The last year had been one long lesson of learning in what my father called being a good wife, and all what that entailed ,I was learning how to keep the house and myself immaculate at all time of the day and night , sometime my father would inspect the house early hours of the morning and if there was anything out of place then I was to be waken and punished , at first, the punishment was me lying on my parents bed and being smacked as I was always naked when at home and night time was no exception. I soon got use to the feel of his hand on my naked skin, he wouldn’t tell me how many smacks I was to receive, he would just carry on until either the cheeks of my arse was red sore, or the tears from my eyes convinced him that I had has enough. As the months pasted the punishment got more stern, sometimes he would use his belt other times, a whip or flogger for these he would cuff my hands being above my head and my legs would be spread and attached to the legs of his bed , while I was still fourteen he only ever made contact with my back, legs, arms I was always held face down ever allowed to look him in the face as he carried out my punishments each and everyday he found some reason to punish me beside the obligatory ten that I got as part of my lessons on becoming a good wife.

All that was to change on my fiftieth birthday, and my second meeting with the man who was to become my husband, as I stepped in through the front door and was just about to start to undress as I was not allowed to wear any clothes from the I first stepped back into my home , I could hear people talking as this was the first time that we had visitors at our home in the last year I wasn’t sure what to do, and as I didn’t know who our visitor was I made my way up the stairs still fully clothed, I was three steps from the top when my father asked me what I was doing, as I turned to answer him, I stopped mid sentence as Jeff that’s my husband name, as Jeff was stood next to him, my father calmly asked me to come back downstairs and join them, I knew I was in trouble from the expression on my fathers face, what I didn’t know was how much trouble. As I walked pass them to enter the room I could feel Jeff staring, his eyes felt like hot irons boring into me. I glanced up at him and just from his presents I started to blush, I could feel my face start to burn, I began to fidget, I felt uncomfortable being so near to him, I looked pleadingly at my mother, but she just gave a weak smile and lowered her head to which I copied.

I stood in silence head bowed waiting for my father to talk, to my surprised it was Jeff that started off the conversation. It was like I wasn’t even in the room as he spoke about me, reprimanding my mother at such a sloppy job she was doing in my training, that by now I should at least be accustom to being naked no matter who was about, my mother opened her moth to speak but before any words came out, she was on the floor with one swift move he had struck my mother and knocked her to the ground. I stared at my father waiting for some protest to come from him, when I realised there was to be none, without thinking I rushed to my mother trying to help her up, I was screaming at this man to leave my mother alone even after nearly a year of being beaten by my own father the shock of watching some stranger hit my mother was too much. I was crying and screaming at the same begging my father to help me get her up while screaming at Jeff to leave her alone, I screamed at him to fuck off that he was a monster, yelling at my dad to phone the police to get this animal removed from our house, all this time my mother was pushing me away sobbing that she was ok that she had lost her balance, that he hadn’t really hurt her. I could see the swelling coming up on her face but still my father didn’t move. With all the strength I could muster I ran towards Jeff ready to hit out. I have never been a fighter and I was amazed by my own anger towards Jeff, but I wanted to hurt him as he had just hurt my mother, but all he did was laugh, even before I had got within feet of him he had hold of my arms restraining me. Without looking at me he ordered my father to fetch his restraints, within minutes I was cuffed with my hands behind my back. And a space bar between my legs so I was unable too kick out, even after this I was still shouting in protest, with a look of indifference on his face Jeff turned to me, holding my chin with his one hand , with his other he slapped me, hard, it stung instantly the burning that engulfed my face was unbearable tears came quickly to my eyes, as hard as I tried not to show him, I couldn’t stop them from flowing. I hated myself for being so weak as my tears turned to sobs. I hung my head low, not wanted him to watch me, I shook as I stood there after all I was just fifteen, all this was too much for me to handle, I felt so alone, scared, venerable. To have these feeling running through me while both my parents was in the same room as me, the two people who I always thought would keep me from harms way, even with my father beating me everyday in my heart I believe he wouldn’t allow anyone to bring harm to me, and yet it was Jeff that came to me, held me in his strong arms and soothed my tears away, the very man that has caused all my pain was the man that wanted to help take it away, he kissed me softly hushing me into silence. I had never in my short life felt the need to have that feeling of safety, I wanted him to hold me forever even though I was still cuffed I tried my best to push my body into his to feel his warmth, when I was still and calm again, he removed himself from me . As I felt the rush of air come between us as he moved I whimpered slightly, tilting my head up towards him he leaned down to kiss me so lightly on the lips, as he did he torn at my clothes ripping them off me saying that I was always to be naked.

Turning his attention once again to my mother who had stayed on her knees and had also composed herself enough to listen to him talking to her. As I was saying, he continued you have failed with your teaching of my new wife, from the display she has just shown she is no where near ready to be brought to me. My mother once again hung her head low, as he carried on talking about me, Jeff moved closer to my mother, my father stood silent just watching , then without warning he pulled her to her feet his voice changed to one that was fully in command. Looking at my father he ordered him to leave the room, after my father was gone he marched up to my mother looking at her , his tone was one of displeasure as he spoke to her , what are you waiting for you know what is to come to you for such poor teaching of my bride to be, my mother unable to look at Jeff pleading with him to have my father remove me also from the room, in a cruel manner Jeff ignored my mother pleads and without hesitation ripped her dress away from her. There she was stood in front of me, trying hard to cover herself up. Roughly he pulled at her bra and knickers, now my mother may have been almost 40 but she kept herself fit and even though her size c cup tits dropped a little they still looked firm to me, her stomach was a little bit flabby but she still had a small waist, her legs was her best featured being 5’ 10 they was slim and toned.

Again she begging Jeff to remove me from the room, still he ignored her pleas telling her that this will be a valued lesson that I need to learn , she hung her head she knew she was defeated knowing that he wasn’t going to change his mind. First he got her to spread her legs for him, he was getting annoyed at how slow she was responding to him commands , while he looked across to me to make sure I was watching the events enfold in front of me, he casually started to twist her nipples my eyes moved between Jeff’s hands and my mothers face as the look of pain spread across it, as he twisted harder then replacing his hands with his mouth he bit down hard on her nipple while his other hand forced its way into her cunt , without warning he pushed hard plunging his hand deeper into her , mother trying desperately to widen her legs to allow more room for his hand to bury itself into her cunt , her cunt seemed far to small for his whole hand to disappear into , her cries turning to screams , but while he worked his fist in and out each time going a little deeper into her cunt, it seemed to me that there was something shinny almost wet over his fingers it seemed to make the sliding go a little more smoothly,

and my mothers scream slowly turned to moans , not taking my eyes off her cunt as Jeff worked his fist fully into her almost lifting her off the ground as he rammed. Unable to both bit her nipples and work his fist into my mother, he called my father back into the room getting him to attached what I thought looked like pretty little earrings onto her nipples but with the begging and pleading that my mother was doing I knew what ever they was they was only there to bring pain to her. Confused and very frightened, I watch in fascination to the reaction my mother seemed to go through as her ordeal carried on, at first I wasn’t to scream out at Jeff that he was hurting her, but now she seemed to be getting pleasure from what both Jeff and my father was doing to her, after fixing the nipple clamps to my mother nipple my father took his flogger to her as Jeff had her standing with his fist deep into her cunt, he was now trying to work something into her arse , he was using so much force the sweat pouring down my mothers body only made her look all the more beautiful to me, I was no longer worried about the pain she made be in, just watching Jeff fist fuck my mother as I father whipped her, this was the most wondrous act I had ever witnessed , days later I realised that was the first sexual act I had ever seen, having never watched a porn film or even a porn mag up until that point all I knew about sex was the childish chat I had had with school friends . And there I was watching my mother getting used like a doll, neither man have any thought for her feeling they just wanted to take from her their own gratification.

After what seemed to me to be an eternity my father threw his flogger to one side Jeff who still had his fist up her cunt with all this wet stuff running down over his wrist, as I found out later when talking to my mother that wetness was called cum, with one or two very deep plunges he ripped his fist out, I could hear the squelching sound of my mother cunt, my father still standing behind her bent her over unable to watch what he was doing I heard his zip being undone with some movement he rammed his cock into my mother, he didn’t seem to care at that point that I was there watching him fuck my mother as if she was some sort of object, pulling her head back by her hair with every thrust of his cock her moaning again began to grow with both a mix of pleasure and pain coming from her mouth, he leaned forward grabbing hold of her tit as they bounced about from the force.

I could feel Jeff staring at me but I was unable to take my eyes off my parents, the effect of watching them was taking hold of me without knowing why I started rocking with the movements my their fucking small moans was escaping from my mouth with my hands bound I couldn’t get to the burning feeling that was growing in my own cunt , sensing Jeff was behind me I leaned back into his body pushing my arse into his hard cock that I could feel under his jeans grinding my arse and not really knowing why the sensation was almost electric losing myself in the waves of pleasure, I closed my eyes hoping that it would help bring relief to this uncontrollable feeling I was having not being able to stand it any longer I found myself begging for it to stop, not knowing what it would take for the feeling to go away, but knowing I needed something to stop it, they I felt Jeff lower me back slightly bringing his leg up between my legs rubbing his knee up against my cunt and clit pushing enough pressure to bring me to my first climax with me dry humping his leg getting closer to cum, Jeff rolling my nipples in his fingers pulling on them I could feel the pain but I was so far gone in wanting to cum that it only added to my pleasure, with Jeff being well over 6’ and myself just over 5 he was able to lean over me and pulling my tit up he manage to get my nipple into his mouth pulling and biting on it harder, the closer I got to cumming . Opening my eyes again I would still see my father fucking my mother but his eyes was on me. He was watching me fuck on Jeff leg while he fucked my mother, with that tears started to roll down my face as my body started to jerk and tremble into its first orgasm, I felt ecstasy flow over me as I started to cum moaning louder as the wave hit me with what almost sounded like an animal I screamed out my first orgasm. Coming back down from my high , my eyes caught my fathers again but this time he stopped fucking my mother and walked around from her, for the first time in my life I saw a mans penis and it belonged to my father, it seemed huge to me it was standing out straight all wet and shinny just like Jeff’s fist had been, it bounced about while he walked in front of my mother , she opened her mouth and he rammed it into her turning his head to watch me watching them as he fucked her mouth there was a strange sort of pride in his face as he fucked her mouth, Jeff leaving me with my own thoughts as I watched my father hold my mothers head still as he shot his load time and time again down her throat, I watched her mouth to see if any came back out but it didn’t, she drank the whole lot.

Jeff stood by my side with his hand now firmly playing with my tits as he undid his zip, my eyes darted down to see his cock, it was bigger than my fathers and a bit thicker it looked so powerful, he took my hand and showed me how to rub it. He pushed me to my knees and ordered me to kiss it, not knowing what to do I kissed it like I would a mouth it tasted a bit salty as he rubbed some slimy stuff over my lips. I opened my mouth as I had watched my mother do to, when he stopped kneeling down in front of me he kissed me hard, full on my moth pushing his tongue into my mouth we kissed like that for a few minutes the whole time I was rubbing his cock, looking me in the eyes he told me I wasn’t ready yet and that I was to be a good girl and learn my lessons well, and he would be back to claim me when I had, the look of disappointment was evident on my face, he smiled at me, almost laughing he told me that it wouldn’t be long before he was fucking my cunt sore and I would be begging for him to stop, with tears in my eyes I just nodded at him. Leaving me kneeling he also walked to my mother, she was there whimpering as she was kneeling down for him he got on his knees and got mother to lick his cock wet then walking behind her, he pulled the dildo out of her arse and replaced it with his cock looking at the dildo that he had throw to the floor it was longer than Jeffs cock but it wasn’t as wide, after a few attempts of getting his cock my mothers arse he took it out and again got her to suck it lick it, it need more spit on it, with jeff’s cock aching to cum he didn’t mess about this time . He just grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in to stifle her cries father pushed the dildo that had been up her arse for the last 40 minutes back into her mouth , fucking her mouth with it until his own cock was hard again, he also threw the dilso away as he again fucked me moth as Jeff fucked her arse .father got so turned on watching her lick the dildo clean that he shot his load about the same time as Jeff did.

With both Jeff and my father spent and my mother almost sleeping where she lay, my arms was now hurting me from being tied behind my back for so long , Jeff cleaned himself up then came to me undoing the cuff he carried me up to my room putting in to my bed telling me to get some sleep, I had to know before he left, if I would be seeing him again soon. He smiled at me and promised me it wouldn’t be too long before he would be here again and with that he walked out of my room.

Chapter two soon

" So what is it you need help with?" Jake asked as Tiny started to laugh cruelly.  He hit Jake knocking him to the floor. Jake groaned as the big man's body covered his.

" It looks like you are going to be my bitch." Tiny whispered in Jake's ear.

" No, I am not." Jake responded as he tried to move but Tiny had him held down.

" Oh, yes, I am going to take your hot little pussy, whore." Tiny told him as Jake started to beg. " Man, I am straight."

" You won't be for long." Tiny laughed as he ripped Jake's shorts off. Jake started to fight him but it was of no use. Tiny laid on Jake's back as he tied Jake's hands to the coffeetable. He stood up and unzipped his pants taking them off as Jake laid scared of what was happening to him.

Tiny looked at his prey and decided to take him to the bedroom for the fun. He took his underwear off and then untied Jake and retying his hands. He led Jake to the bedroom where he bitch slapped him to the bed. Jake's long black hair bounced loose as Tiny smirked at Jake. He tied him on his back on the bed then grabbed Jake's legs pushing them up and tying Jakes ankles to the headboard but leaving enough room to see Jakes face.

Jake could not believe this was happening to him. He was being raped and could not stop it.

Tiny found Jake's asshole and started pushing his finger in as the tough man cried out. " Stop."

Tiny slid his finger inside of Jake as he watched the humiliation shine in Jake's eyes.

" Yes, you have a tight little pussy." Tiny spoke as he moved letting his hard cock lay on Jake's opening. " You ready bitch, I am fixing to take this little hot box."

Tiny shoved his cock in Jake's tight hole. Jake cried as Tiny smirked at him. " Oh fuck yes, you have a tight pussy."

" Please." Jake begged him. " I am not gay."

" You will be from now on." Tiny told him coldly. " You will be my whore."

Jake cried as Tiny forced his cock all the way inside of Jake's dry ass. Jake was screaming as Tiny slid the last of his ten inches inside of Jake.

" I am balls deep inside of you and fixing to put a fucking on you like you have never felt." Tiny taunted. " How does my cock feel inside of you straight pussy."

Jake screamed. " It hurts."

" It is going to hurt whore." Tiny taunted as Jake felt Tiny pull out of him.

Tiny slid all the way back inside of him and then started to pound him. Jake felt like his body was going to tear apart.

Tiny fucked the man ruthlessly. " Oh, yes, whore, I am going to cum inside of you and then we will fuck again."

Jake cried as the man continued to slam his cock inside of Jake.

   She was wearing a white blouse, with extra-short jeans that comes right up to her ass. She was showing a lot of cleavage, and her shirt was crumpled upward, showing her mid section. I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts and her smooth skin. I slowly aproached her, afraid of waking her up. My cock had already started to rise.

   "Rachel...?" I said softly, making sure that she was asleep. Then when I was right up to her, I gently slapped her face, seeing if she would wake up. "Rachel." I repeated.

   She didn't respond. I could see bags under eyes, and knew that she had stayed up late yesterday studying. Then my eyes fell on her breasts. I don't know if she intended to do this, but several buttons were unbuttoned. Too many were unbuttoned. Bottom 2, and the top 3 were unbuttoned. I could see all of her cleavage, and just a little bit of her white lace bra. This made my cock shoot forward, and I had to adjust my cock so that it wouldn't hurt.

   Slowly, without knowing what i was doing, I started to reach for the 4th button. I slowly started to unbutton it. She didn't move. With the 4th one unbuttoned, i went on to the 5th. And so on until i had her blouse open. I knew that she had firm breasts, but was astonished to see her breasts. It seemed as if the breasts was pushing the bra so much that it might pop. "She's a C-cup" I thought.

   I started to rub her stomach to see if she responded. She didn't move. I slowly moved my hand downward toward her shorts. It was one of those shorts that went up all the way up to the ass. I slowly started to take off her shorts. I carefully unzipped her shorts, and started to pull them down. To my surprised, She was wearing white thongs to match her white lace bra.

   Then I slowly started to lift her up to take off her bra. When I started to life her, she moved in her sleep. I froze, the blood in my body were ice cold. But she didn't wake up. I slowly set her down, and got a scissor from her desk. I cut the bra straps, and removed the front part of her bra. I laid my eyes on her mounds. I couldn't resist.

   I slowly started to touch them. They were so round and firm. They were perfect. I played with her nipples gently, and seeing that she didn't react, put one of her breasts in my mouth. I bit down on her nipple gently, and she moaned. Her nipples started to get erect. Slowly, I moved the scissor to her thongs, and also removed her thongs.

   My 9 inch cock was almost to its full length. I wanted to fuck her right there, but I knew i had to wait. Slowly, I once again started to get her up. This time, she didn't stir in her sleep. I put her in my arms, and moved to her bedroom. There, I tied her up with some ropes I found in the attic, and tied the end of the ropes to the legs of her bed. I took some pictures of her, so that i could blackmail her.

   On the kitchen shelf, I found a sleeping pill. How fortunate, I thought. I grabbed 2 pills, and put them in orange juice. Right on que, the door bell rang, and I got it.

   "Hi, Diana." I said with an innocent smile.

   "Hey Peter" she replied.

   "Your sis just went to the liquor store to get some chips. She'll be right back. Want some orange juice?"

   "Yeah. It's so hot outside."

   I gave her the drugged juice. She drank it down whole. And she slowly sat down, and said "I'm sleepy... I think i'm gonna sleep for a while..."

   When she fell asleep, I wasted no time in removing her cloths. She was just a bit shorter than Rachel, about B-Cup breasts, and nice ass. She looked like Rachel, but lacked the sexiness that Rachel has. I also tied Diana on the bed next to Rachel. Now the real fun begins.

   They both slowly woke up. And when they saw that they were naked, they tried to move. They started to get a hold of there surroundings, and spotted me, standing next to the bed.

   "What are you doing!?" shouted Rachel.

   "That's not a way to talk to your master, is it?" I said, with a evil smile.

   "WHAT? Let me go! What are you trying to do!?" shouted Diana, and trying to get herself free.

   "Oh? I'm trying to make you my sex slave." I slowly approached Diana. "Since you seem so enthusiastic, let's start with you." With that, I abruptly gave her a kiss. I opened her mouth with my tongue and started to kiss her passionately. She didn't react at first, but slowly started to kiss back. I moved slowly down and touched her breasts. She tried to fight it, but she wasn't able to free herself from the rope. I put one in my mouth, and played around with it until it became erect. With a free hand, I slowly started to touch her pussy. She closed her legs tightly.

   "Open your legs, slave" I said. But she resisted. With that, I turned her over, and her legs and arms crossed. Her bare ass was visible to me, and I put her on all fours. "FOr that, you will receive a punishment." I started to slap her butt as hard as I could. She cried out, and started to cry. I kept hitting her tight ass. And soon, she stopped her wailing. She started to moan at each hit. Then, I slowly started to hit around her pussy, teasing her. She moved her ass trying to get the hand on her pussy. I knew I had made her my sex slave. "Will you obey?"

   "... Yes... Master" She said... while blushing.

I put her on her back, and opened her legs, And i got out my 9 inch throbbing cock. She stared in horror. "No... that's too big!" She cried.

   "You haven't even had sex yet... you don't know what's big" I said. And slowly, I moved my cock in to her wet pussy. She started to scream in pain, as I broke her hymen. And I gently started to fuck her. She soon started to moan in pleasure as I fucked her deeper and deeper. As I was fucking her, I gave her a passionate kiss, and this time, she kissed back more eagerly. "Your pussy is so tight!" I cried. Her pussy was squeezing my cock. Blood started to run down my cock, due to the hymen breaking. I fucked her harder and harder, and her moan got louder.

   "I'm gonna cum, Master." She said.

   "cum when you want to salve." I kept fucking her. and She came right then. Her juice flowed down my cock, but I kept fucking her. Faster and Faster, And finally, I coudln't take it any more. With a loud moan, I came in her pussy. About 4 loads of it. She moaned loudly and came again.

   I smiled, 1 done, 1 left to go. I looked at Rachel with my lustful eyes...

Part 2 coming soon..

“What the hell –” Nick tried to take a step toward the retreating figure but stumbled to his knees. “Oh, God, no,” he moaned.

He watched helplessly as his assailant hurried back to close and lock the door. Then the figured turned and moved back toward him.

“What the hell did you just give me?” he demanded.

The small figure bent over him and slid a blindfold in place over his eyes before he collapsed to the floor. He tried to reach out and grab her but his hands wouldn’t obey. His limbs felt like lead and he felt a tremendous need to sleep.

“Christ,” he whispered. “Look, I don’t do drugs. What the hell did you just give me?”

He felt his arms being pulled behind him and something soft binding them together.

“At least tell me who you are.”

Sounds like furniture being drug around the carpeted floor floated to his ears. He started to feel panicked as he remembered his last encounter with someone from this little group. What the hell was this one up to? he wondered. Had she brought her own torture devices with her? Was that what was on the cart she had brought in instead of the food he’d ordered?

“What are you doing?”

The fact that she refused to speak to him unnerved him more than anything else she was doing. If he couldn’t get her to communicate… He felt her hands at his waist, undoing his belt. She unfastened his pants then pulled his shirt out from where he’d tucked it in. Slowly, she unbuttoned the buttons down the front of his shirt and pushed it open, her hands sliding gently over his bare chest. Her movement stopped when she felt the welts that still ran across his right side. He felt her lean close as her fingers gently traced the longest welt running from his armpit to his hip.

“Bitch!” she whispered vehemently. “She promised!”

He was surprised when he felt her lips on his, a gentle pressure, more loving than demanding. Her hands softly caressed his face as she kissed him. When she finally pulled away from his lips her hands stayed on his face and she still leaned close.

“I’m sorry, Nick. She wasn’t supposed to hurt you,” she whispered softly then pulled away from him.

“Who are you?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“You can call me Lady Tara,” she replied in a whisper as she removed his shoes and socks.

She slowly crawled up his legs and grabbed his open pants, pulling them down over his hips. Slowly, she worked his pants and briefs down his legs until she pulled them completely off of him. She tossed them away and moved to kneel next to his chest. She put her hands under his shoulders and lifted.

“Sit up,” she whispered.

“Sorry, but my muscles just don’t seem to be working very well.”

She managed to lift him into a sitting position and slid behind him so that he was reclining against her.

“You should be recovering control,” she whispered in his ear. “I didn’t give you very much.”

“What did you give me?”

“Something to make you compliant without hurting you – or me,” she replied in a whisper.

“Can’t you talk above a whisper?” he finally asked, annoyed at her.

“No. At least not yet.”

“Why?”

“Can you move your legs now?” she asked, ignoring his question.

He tried and found he could move a little but his limbs felt sluggish.

“Yeah,” he finally said.

“Good. There’s a chair directly behind us. I need you to get on it.”

“Why?”

“Don’t be difficult, Nick.”

“Why should I cooperate with you?” he asked stubbornly.

She reached around his broad chest and grasped his left nipple between her forefinger and thumb and squeezed.

“Ow! Shit!” he growled as he struggled to pull away from her.

“Get on the chair,” she whispered harshly.

“Alright,” he panted when she released her hold on his nipple.

She helped him to his feet and then helped him maneuver onto the chair. He was still weak from the drug she had given him and the task of moving onto the chair had caused him to break a sweat. He was breathing heavily when he slumped onto the chair. She straddled him and sat on his lap, letting her hands wandered over his chest.

“Just rest a minute,” she whispered.

“What the hell did you give me?”

“Don’t worry, Nick. It isn’t addictive and it’ll be completely out of you system in a few more minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed him again. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Water would be good,” he admitted as he nodded.

“Don’t try to move or you might hurt yourself,” she warned in a sharp whisper. Then she was gone.

Nick let his head fall back as he tried to relax and control his breathing. His head jerked forward when he felt her touch his leg. She sat on his lap again as she slipped a hand behind his head.

“Here you go,” she whispered.

He felt a glass touch his lips and he opened his mouth. She carefully tilted the glass forward and spilled a tiny bit of the cool liquid into his mouth. He swallowed and she gave him more. When he made a noise she pulled the glass away.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He felt her move and wondered where she was. Just as suddenly as she had disappeared he felt her hands on his bare legs. She slipped something soft around his right ankle and then he felt the same thing go around his left ankle. He heard a clink and felt his left foot pulled against the leg of the chair. Another clink and his right foot was pulled against the other leg of the chair. Then he felt her hands on his arms, releasing his bonds.

“What are you doing?” he asked nervously.

When his arms were free she pulled his shirt back over his shoulders and down his arms. When the garment was gone he tried to turn on the chair but her hands were on his wrists almost instantly.

“Don’t fight me, Nick. Please?”

He didn’t move for an instant then finally asked quietly, “Is this it? Is it over after this?”

“Yes. I’m you’re last.”

He resisted for another moment then relented and put his back against the chair, letting his arms fall to his sides.

“Fine. Just get it over with then.”

“I’m sorry, Nick,” she whispered.

He felt her grasp his wrists and pull his arms behind the chair. Then he thought he heard a soft sob and his arms fell free, hanging limply by his sides again. He listened attentively, trying to discern where she was and what she might be doing. He couldn’t hear any movement or sound.

“Hello?” he finally said softly, nervously, thinking she may have fled.

He heard a soft giggle then felt her hand on his head.

“I’m still here,” she whispered. Her hands were laid lightly on his bare shoulders. They softly caressed his neck and shoulders, sometimes sliding down his chest or into his hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this and now…now I don’t know if I can go through with it.”

“What?” He was confused. How long had they been watching him anyway?

He heard and felt her moving.

“How long,” he paused to swallow hard, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know the answer to this question. “How long have you and your friends been watching me anyway?”

His only answer was her long, slender fingers gently caressing his prick.

“I guess you decided you could go through with it after all.”

She sat across his lap and pressed her lips against his in one move, her hand never leaving his cock. Her free hand curled around the back of his head as she crushed his lips with her demanding pressure. His lips slid open and her tongue snaked into his mouth. Her right hand moved down to his chest and played along the expanse to his abdomen as her left hand continued to massage his prick and balls. Her lips never left his.

“Uhhh,” he moaned into her mouth when she squeezed his balls then pulled gently as she worked her hand up his stiffening rod.

She finally broke their kiss and pulled his head to her chest, pressing his face into her tits. Her hand ran through his hair as she moaned his name. The sound of her voice slowly broke through the haze in his brain and he realized there was something familiar about her voice.

“I’m sorry, Nick. This is all my fault.”

“What? What’s your fault?” he whispered, nuzzling her tits before returning to sucking them.

“This, everything. Everything they’ve done to you. When all this came up I nominated you. I gave them your picture, your name, everything.” She sobbed as she held him to her. “I’m sorry.”

He tried to pull back, pull away from her, but she clung to him. When he managed to pull away and hold her out from him she dropped her head down to rest against his chest.

“Why?” he asked softly. Then suddenly a thought struck him. “Do I know you?”

“Yes, Nick, you know me.”

She released her hold on his semi-erect dick and slid both hands up his face, pushing the blindfold up as she went. His eyes were closed when she first removed the blindfold. She held her breath as she waited for him to open those lovely green eyes she was so afraid would be filled with hate. His eyelids slowly raised and he stared into her brown eyes. The room was silent except for their labored breathing.

“Tarin?” he whispered.

“I’m sorry.” Her whisper was so soft he almost didn’t hear her even though she sat on his lap.

“Why?”

Her left hand lay limply on her leg between them, her right hand softly caressed his cheek.

“Because I’ve wanted you ever since I can remember but you never seemed to even notice I was in the room. I was out of ideas for getting your attention. I knew – know – I’ll never really have you but I thought maybe, just for once at least…”

“Tarin, you had my attention. I just didn’t think you wanted it. I thought you and Josh…I didn’t want to…”

He watched as she shook her head, tears sliding down her face.

“Josh is like a brother to me. But you…I’m sorry, Nick. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

When she started to move, to get off of his lap, he grabbed her arms and pulled her back. He pulled her close against his chest and held her tightly.

“Tarin, you have to finish what you started.”

“What?”

“You can’t just leave me like this.”

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, trying to pull away from him.

He let her pull far enough away for the two of them to look pointedly at his groin. His prick stood at attention, clearly showing his mood. Her eyes flew to his face.

“I need you, Tarin. I want you.”

She fell forward against his chest, pressing her lips against his. His hands lifted her up and placed her over his throbbing erection. She wriggled down until she was nestled tightly against him, burying his rod deep inside her. His hands slid up her body to squeeze and tease her tits. She gently bit his lower lip when he squeezed her nipples. They both lunged over the edge and screamed into orgasm together. He shot his hot load into her then she collapsed against him as he held her tight, they were both breathing hard.

When she had recovered she sat up and stared down at him. His green eyes took in her long, tawny hair and perfect white breasts. Her hands played in his dark hair as his hands found their way to her tits.

“I’m sorry for what happened, Nick. I love you and I would never intentionally hurt you.”

“God, Tarin,” he whispered hoarsely, pulling her to him. “I didn’t know I could love someone so much.”

I decided to stalk her since no one was around at the time. Eventually, she entered the girls' toilet and a plan sprang to mind. I MUST MAKE HER MINE!

Few minutes later, I've heard the flushing sound from the toilet she was in, I quickly barged when she opened the door and shoved Ruth back inside. I quickly locked the door and covered her mouth before she could say a word.

“Shut up. One word from you and I'll kick the living hell out of you.”

Ruth nodded and I groped her breast. She gasped.

“Not a word.”

She nodded again. I smiled and ripped off her uniform, revealing her medium sized breasts cupped by a gorgeous pair of pink bra. She started to sob with my hand still covered her mouth.

“You will feel better, honey.”

With that, I removed my hand and kissed her deeply. My tongue made its way inside her mouth, touching everything inside.Ruth wrapped her arms around me and licked my tongue in return. We pulled away with our saliva still hanging from our mouth.

“You like it?”

She nodded sheepishly. “Yes, I do. I've never felt so good before. But who are you?”

“My name doesn't matter but things will be better.”

Then, she removed her ripped shirt took off her skirt. Now, she was only covered in her pink lingerie. I took a closer look at her.

“You're beautiful. I want you even more now.”

Ruth nodded and sat down at the covered toilet, spreading her legs wide. I could see her crotch damped with her precum. I positioned my face between her legs and savoured the smell of her womanhood.

“Smells nice. How about the look?”

Then, I slowly removed her soaked panties and took a moment at the sight of her hairy pussy. It was soaking wet with her love juice and my dick grew bigger inside my pants. Noticing this, Ruth smiled mischievously and undid my pants and my member sprang out, almost hitting Ruth in the face. She looked at it in awe and stroked it gently.

“It's so big. This could be 7 inches long!”

“It can get bigger than this, Ruth. Try giving it a head.”

Ruth smiled. “You don't have to tell me that!”

Without further ado, Ruth took my member deep into her mouth. And to my surprise, I could feel the head of my cock touched her throat. I reveled in that sensation and pushed it even deeper.

“Hot damn. Is this really your first time?”

She was too busy sucking my manhood and all I could heard was a mumble saying 'yes'.

........

The blowjob went on for only 5 minutes but Ruth's technique was so good that every second is a torture as I held back from cumming as long as possible.

“Oh, god. I'm gonna come. I'm finally gonna..!!!”

Without delay, I shot massive load of cum inside her mouth and Ruth tried hard to drink it all. But the load was too much and it spilled out on to the floor. She tried to lick it off the floor but I stopped her.

“That's enough, Ruth.”

“But...”

“It's alright.”

I have her sat on the toilet, spread her legs and licked her womanhood. She moaned in estacy and wrapped her legs around me.

“Ohh...god...that feels good...lick me more...please...”

I thrusted my tongue deeper, touching her clitoris. She moaned louder.

“Shh. Be quiet. Someone will hear you.”

“That's because you...ohhh....ahhhh....”

Ruth toned down her moaning but her voice still erotic as before. I spread her pussy lips even further. I looked at her love hole. To me, it was the most gorgeous thing I've seen.

“It's so pink. It's...beautiful. I'm beyond words to say it...”

“Oh, don't...embarass me that way...”

With that, even more love juice gushed out. I smiled.

“See? Even your love hole here knows it is beautiful. Here, let me clean it up.”

I licked her pussy and kissed around the hole, at the same time stimulating the clitoris as well. I then moved my hands up toward her tits and removed her bra. Then, I fondled it and pinched her nipples hard. The added stimulation caused her to moan even louder but she instantly toned down her voice.

“Ah..ah..ah...oh god...you're so good. Dammit...I love you...but I need...ooohh...more...”

“You have to ask for it, honey.”

“Please, your massive cock....I need it inside....”

I stood up and Ruth amazed at the size of my dick. It was now well 10 inches long.

“God...will it fit..?”

I smiled amd kissed her. “It will. Trust me. Here goes.”

With that, I put in my massive tool inside Ruth's pussy. It was painfully slow because I don't want to hurt her and someone might hear her screaming. I looked at her when the head of my cock inside her. Ruth was closing her eyes, bearing the pain with all she had.

“Ruth...”

Ruth opened an eye. Tears ran down her cheek as she smiled. “I'm okay. Please go all the way.”

I nodded and pushed in a few more inches. Then I felt a barrier that was her maidenhead. My tool easily went past it and virgin blood dripped from her pussy. I pushed on and eventually, her pussy has completely engulfed my dick. I stopped.

“Ruth, look. I'm inside you now.”

She opened her eyes and looked at where our sexual organs met. “God...it does fit...”

“Yes it is. Now I'm doing it for real. Here goes, baby.”

With that, I pulled out up until the head and pushed down in one long, hard stroke. Ruth screamed but managed to cover her mouth. Then, I took her drenched panties and have her bite it between her teeth to prevent her from screaming. Knowing that everything was in place, I fucked her in earnest. In and out. Out and in. Her pussy was so tight and Ruth used her muscles inside her to clench my hot rod. For ten minutes, I fucked her like there's no tomorrow as she screamed in delight only to be muffled by her own panties. Finally, I couldn't hold on but I'm not sure where to paste all my load.

“Shit! Ruth! I'm gonna cum! Tell me where should I do it!”

I then pulled the panties from her mouth.

“INSIDE ME! LOAD ALL YOUR SPERM INSIDE ME!” she yelled. I nodded and with one last thrust, I shot my wad inside her hot, tight pussy. Right now, I didn't care about her being pregnant or anything else. I just want to make her mine so that I can fuck her whenever I want, all the time.

Breathing heavily, I pulled out my cock from Ruth's pussy. It was over flow with white my hot cum. Her sweating body made her look even more erotic. Ruth opened her eyes, smiling. Her moral as prefect has now corrupted.

“Dammit...I never thought having sex is so good...”

“Haha. Yeah. Let's do it again, okay?”

Ruth nodded in excitement.

“For sure! Since I'll probably get pregnant with a baby of some guy I don't even know his name.”

I fell silent. “Uh...about that pregnant part...”

Suffice to say, we had a lot more session in the toilet and occasionally her house where we get to make love all over the place. Ruth eventually got pregnant with my kid and I married her out of responsibility. Well, and out of my desire too. Finally, she is mine...

Joe Started To Pull Down His Pants, And Out Popped His Already-Hard Cock. Felisa Bit Her Lip, As Joe Got On Top Of Her. Suddenly, A Burst Of Pain As Joe Rammed His Fat Cock Into Felisa's Virgin Hole. Felisa Moaned As A Small Bit Of Blood Drained From Her Pussy Due To Her Cherry Being Popped. Joe Then Started Ramming Her Again, This Time Not Stopping. Finally, After 2 Minutes Joe Shot What Seemed Like A Gallon Of Cum Into Felisa. Felisa Actually Started To Grin.

"Ahh, I See We Have A Slut In The Family. Now, Let's See What Happens When The Family Gets In On The Action..."

And that’s how we got there. Me cowering on the floor, once again as I steeled myself for another beating. I went inside my head to my ‘safe space’, where I could pretend nothing was wrong and everything was all ok. I waited for a while, then cautiously came back to the real world. He was crashed out on the sofa, staring at the telly. I stood up and walked over to him. He kicked out at me lazily, but I knew he couldn’t be bothered properly. I looked down at him and perched myself on the arm of the settee.

‘Why are we fighting all the time? There’s no point. We were happy once. Why can’t we get back to that again. Come on baby. I miss the old you. All you do is work, lie around and have a go at me.’

‘Well if you weren’t so fucking useless, I wouldn’t have to have a go at you would I?’ He didn’t even look away from the telly. That pissed me off. Reaching down, I grabbed his face and turned it to face me. He stared at me for a minute, before grabbing my hair and yanking my head down close to his.

‘Touch me again, and I’ll kill you. Got it?’ I fought to keep my balance, and lost, toppling on top of him. Quick as a flash, he twisted my arm and yanked it up behind me. I winced but stayed quiet. I knew better than to shout out. He pulled my arm tighter, shifting me round so I was lying in front of him. I lay still, keeping my breathing shallow so I didn’t piss him off. He glanced up at the clock and shoved me off the sofa. I lay there for a minute before sorting myself out and sitting up.

‘Shop’s going to be shut soon.’

‘Point being?’

He sighed. ‘My point is, we need some stuff. So fuck off and get it before you get what you really deserve.’

Pulling my jacket on, I zipped it up, yanked my hat on and flounced out the door. Just as I slammed it shut, I realised I needed him with me. I wasn’t going to walk through the subway bit on my own. I didn’t even like doing it on my own, never mind this late at night. Well fuck him. I’d walk across the green, down by the road. Serve him right if I got run over. Maybe then he’d actually be nice to me. I sighed, pulled my hat down even further and set off. It was only a 10 minute walk to the shop (not including trying to cross the road), but I still got nervous. We lived on a rough estate and you never knew who was waiting round the corner to stab you. I gingerly made my way across the green, taking care to avoid anywhere that the mud puddles looked deep. It was all the boy racers fault, pulling donuts on it, chewing up the grass, turning it into a swamp.

‘Fucking twats, the lot of them. Wish they’d all just fuck off and die,’ I muttered to myself about men in general. Coming down the other side of the green to the road, I stood at the side, shielding my eyes from the glare of the car headlights, waiting for a clear space to cross. I ignored a van pulling up- after all on the estate, you couldn’t be too nosy. That’s when bad things happened, when you knew something you weren’t meant to. Best just to leave well alone. Only, I couldn’t see the road properly now. I stepped out in front of the van to get a better view, just as the driver revved the engine and moved forwards. I jumped back, screaming abuse after him as he drove away.

‘Fucking men. You’re all cunts, the whole lot of you. Trying to fucking run me over! What the fuck are you playing at you twats!?’

The van squealed to a halt and started to reverse. I panicked. Darting forwards, I tried to find a gap in the traffic to dodge through. The van was still reversing towards me, speeding up. Shutting my eyes, standing there, clenching my fists, bracing myself for the impact, one clear thought came to me.

‘I’m going to die. This is it, my life is over.’

The van slammed the anchors on and I heard the tyres squealing along with the sound of a back door being thrown open. I opened my eyes and saw 5 men standing there. I recognised one of them as being the barman in our local, another being his brother. The other 3, I didn’t have a clue who they were. I sagged with relief and sat down on the kerb.

‘Jon. You’re a cunt. I should have known it would be you. What the fuck were you playing out, driving at me like that?’

He glared at me ‘What the fuck were you doing standing in the middle of the road. I had right of way you stupid bitch.’

‘You’d stopped. Totally. I thought I’d be okay to go. Live with it.’ With that, I turned round and carried on watching the traffic, waiting for a gap. This was getting ridiculous. At this rate, I would never get to the shop! I was contemplating turning round, going home and telling Mike that they’d shut up early, when I felt hands round my waist. I turned round and saw Jon looming over me, pulling me to him.

‘What the fuck are you doing? Let me go you freak!’

He pulled me closer and started dragging me towards the van. I struggled against him, kicking out. I swung my leg back to kick him again and someone grabbed it. I twisted round and saw Grant holding onto it tightly before reaching down to grab the other one. I lashed out and caught him in the face. Bringing his hand up to his lip, he pulled it away and saw blood. Leaning over me, he spat blood in my face. I turned my head to the side, coughing as some of it went down my throat. I looked at the cars driving past, wondering why none of them were stopping to help or phoning for the police at the very least. Until I remembered- the police never bothered coming to anyone on our estate, and you kept your nose out of other peoples business, no matter what was going on.

I kicked out even more, twisting and turning to get away, but it was no good, between the two of them, they quickly bundled me into the van, slamming the doors behind them as they climbed in. I lay on the floor, winded after being thrown in. as I got my breath back, I pulled myself up, taking in the surroundings. I was in a Transit van with 5 mental blokes, and no heavy objects within easy reach to defend myself with. I felt around behind me, seeing if I’d missed anything, all the time keeping my eye on Jon and Grant. I suddenly felt something come round my neck from behind me. I grabbed it and squealed slightly as it dug into my flesh. I looked up to see one of the men from the front of the van looping more rope round my neck. As I fought to loosen it off he kept pulling tighter and tighter. My head span, my vision went blurry then black as I faded into darkness.

I woke up some time later, and tried to sit up. I was lying on my side, my arms tied behind me, my legs tied at the ankles. I tried talking before realising that my mouth was filled with what felt like a ball gag- I could feel the buckle digging into my head. I rolled over to a wall, and using it as a support, I sat up, taking stock of where I was. It was a fairly large room, with a few odds and sods, nothing that really caught my attention as being useful though. Could hardly see in the semi-darkness though. The tiny little window hardly let in any light at all and it was getting dark outside. Off the weak light from the window, I was something glinting. Shuffling over on my ass, I went to inspect it. It wasn’t anything I could identify, but if was sharp. Scooting around so my back was to it, I tried something I’ve only ever seen in movies- rubbing my bonds up and down it in the hope that they would get cut. Half an hour later, I had to accept that it only worked in the movies, not in real life. Either that or I was doing it wrong. I heard to door squeak open and froze, like a bunny caught in headlights. Jon looked round the room, searching for me. He spotted me and grinned. Walking over to me he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into the middle of the room. I skidded along, trying to ease the pressure on my head.

After pulling me into the middle of the room, he let go of my hair and laughed softly as my head bounced off the concrete. I lay on my side, staring at the wall, listening to him walk away. After a few minutes I squirmed around, trying to sit up again. I soon gave up and lay still. I could hear Jon talking in a low voice to the other men. Footsteps rang out over the concrete as at least 2 of them came over to me. I was dragged into a sitting position and the room was suddenly flooded with light. I squeezed my eyes shut against the glare. My head was yanked back and I could feel the cold steel of a knife blade at my throat. My nostrils flared frantically as I tried to breathe through my panic. Opening my eyes, I stared up at Jon who grinned at me.

‘Now then bitch, I’m going to take your gag out. Scream if you want, we’re totally soundproofed, but me and the boys don’t like a lot of noise.’ He traced the knife along my throat, drawing a small line of blood that he licked off ‘Understand cunt?’

I nodded. Anything to get the gag out. He reached behind my head, unbuckled it and yanked it out. I swallowed a few times to get some moisture back into my mouth. It didn’t work.

‘Water’ I croaked out. Jon and the others laughed.

‘Honey, you’ll get plenty of wet stuff in your mouth before we’re finished with you.’

I felt my stomach clench with fear and a cold, icy knot of dread settled over me. Dropping my head again, Jon rolled me onto my stomach before grabbing my legs and pulling me over to the rest of his mates. My belly started to tingle where my top had ridden up and my soft skin came into contact with the floor.

He dropped my legs, flipped my over, and they all stood over me, leering. I stared up helplessly a noticed a couple of them already had their cocks out. Fuck. This really was happening. It weren’t some nightmare. Jon straddled my stomach and pulled his knife out once more. I had a feeling I was going to be seeing a lot more of it that night. I was right. Jon leant over me and started cutting my clothes. After ripping my top and bra off, he began hacking at my jeans.

‘ You can fuck off you cunt, these are my favourite pair’. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. Here I was, tied up, nearly naked, totally vulnerable and I was worried about my jeans? I know they say that fear does strange things to a person, but still.

My head snapped to the left as Jon backhanded me. Putting his head down to face me, he stared at me for just a second and spat in my face.

I lay still after that. My jeans were cut off, along with the bonds that held together my wrists and ankles. My arms were grabbed and I was pulled to my feet. One of the lads held my arms behind my back while the rest all stared at me. Eventually Grant came over and started running his hands over me. I stared right through him. I was soon brought back to my senses as he forced 2 fingers inside me. With a start I realised I was getting wet. Grant smiled at me and I glared back at him. Bringing his hand up to my mouth, he brushed his fingers across my lips. I refused to open up. He laughed softly and pinched my nose. I struggled for about 20 seconds, then gave up and opened my mouth. Grant immediately rammed his fingers in, shoving my head back against the shoulder of the man who was holding my arms. He, in turn, nudged my head to one side and bit down hard on my neck. My eyes opened wide and I let out a muffled scream. Grant pushed his fingers back in me, keeping one hand securely in my mouth. I could feel him pushing more in me, stretching me. 2, then 3 fingers. He tried pushing a fourth in, but I was too tight. He kicked my legs further apart to try and gain more access. Groaning in frustration, he pulled both hands from me, ripped me away from the guy who was biting me on the neck and threw me on the floor.

I landed heavily and slid a few inches. I sat up, and started to stand but I weren’t going nowhere. In a second grant was on me, pushing me back down, 1 hand across my throat, the other fumbling with his cock as he found my hole and rammed himself into me. I tried to scream, beg for mercy, anything to get him out of me. His eyes were half shut and he had a grin on his face ‘fuck she’s so fucking tight, you gotta feel this.’

Jon laughed ‘Mike said she used to be a hooker, feel like a whore to you mate?’. All he got was a series of groans as Grant fucked me harder and harder. I let out a squeak as he wrapped his hands round my throat and squeezed hard. I could feel my eyes rolling up into my head, and just as my world was turning black, he pushed himself deep in me, tearing me slightly, and came hard, filling me up. He released me and rolled off as I curled into a ball, coughing and trying to get my breath back. I lay there for a few minutes and listened to them talking and laughing.

‘Nothing like a hooker, tight as a virgin. You can easy see why Mike’s with her, no doubt’. Grant was busy telling the others how I was. I tuned out. Of course I was still tight. Did exercises all the time. Still do now.

 

Coming to my senses, I realised they were all distracted. Slowly inching my way backwards, towards the door, I gradually stood up. Pausing for a second, I saw none of them were watching me, turned and ran for the door. Grabbing the handle, I yanked it- and nothing. I yanked it again, harder this time. Still nothing. By this point they’d noticed me. I felt one of them smack into me, pinning me against the door, knocking the wind out of me. I was spun round and slammed back against the door. As the cold metal touched my bare ass, I bucked forwards slightly. This one took that as an invitation and reached down to grab my cunt. I shifted from side to side to avoid him. Growling in frustration he drew his fist back and smacked me full no in the face. I felt my cheekbone give and screamed in pain. He threw me on the floor and shouted to Jon to chuck him the knife. Jon threw the knife and it clattered on the floor, barely missing me. The lad picked it up, forced me on my back and knelt over my chest, pinning my arms with his knees. He put the blade across my throat and pushed down with both hands, cutting into me, drawing blood. I still bear the scar now, nearly 2 years after it happened.

Staring up into his manic eyes, feeling the blade slicing through my skin, I lost control of my emotions and burst into tears. Struggling to get free, flailing around, I could feel the knife going deeper but I was hysterical by this point. Jon rushed forward and dragged him off me

‘What the fuck Pete? You wanna kill her? That’s not our agreement. You either get in on it and fuck her or you can fuck off. What’s it going to be?’

His eyes were bright and manic with lust ‘Her ass is mine’.

I heard these words and pulled myself to my feet, 1 hand around the wound in my throat that was seeping blood. I’d never done anal willingly before, but at least the others were gentle to a certain degree. I knew this would be brutal.

I launched myself at the door, grabbing the handle, trying to force it open again. It wouldn’t budge. I saw the window and ran for it. I was a lot fitter in them days, could outrun anyone. Unfortunately, I was also a lot shorter and it didn’t matter how much I jumped, I couldn’t reach it. The lads watched for a while, then all of a sudden that maniac, Pete as I now knew him, was on me, forcing me face down on the floor. I screamed as his hand pushed against my broken cheekbone- fuck that hurt while it was healing. I felt him push against it once more and blacked out from the pain.

When I came round it felt like hours had passed, although it must have only been a few minutes. Pete had rolled me on my back and was astride my chest once more. I felt his weight pressing on me and my eyes snapped open. I soon wished they’d hadn’t because I was faced with his cock. Fuck, it was massive! Not so much the length, but the girth was huge! He got a fistful of my hair and pulled my head towards his dick.

‘Now then bitch, I’m going to fuck your ass. Nothing you can do about it. But I’m going to give you the chance to make it easier on yourself. What do you say?’

‘You watch too many gangster movies’. Fucking Hell, there we go again, fear was running my mouth once more. It was true though. He was talking like a wannabe gangster. A really crap one.

His eyes blazed with rage and he flipped me onto my stomach ‘Fuck you, you cunt. If you’re going to talk shit to me, you deserve everything you get.’

With that the parted my cheeks and shoved his cock deep in my ass. The shock literally rendered me speechless for a few seconds until the white hot agony flowed through me. I found my voice again and screamed. And screamed. And screamed again. Pete stayed still for a few minutes, adjusting to the feel. Then started slamming in and out of me hard. This wasn’t sex, wasn’t a shag or a fuck. This was rape, pure and simple. Their way of telling me I was theirs to use as they wanted.

I carried on screaming as I fought to get away, I began to panic again, I could feel my blood dripping from my throat, pooling on the floor. Pete grabbed my hair and yanked my head sideways. He spat on me and started punching me, calling me everything he could think of. He paused for a moment and beckoned Grant over ‘Sit in front of her, she can’t scream if she’s sucking your cock.’ Grant dropped down in front of me and sat down. Pete smacked my face against the floor and I screamed again as my cheekbone connected with the hard concrete. I began to struggle again as Grant grabbed my hair and forced my head down towards his cock. I held my breath once more to avoid having to suck it- under normal circumstances I like giving head and I love being face fucked, but these were not normal circumstances- as I quickly exhaled, he forced his cock past my lips. I tensed up as I tried to breathe and Pete obviously enjoyed this as he started fucking me even harder than before. Grant wrapped his hands round the back of my head and pushed down hard as he forced his hips up. I gagged and tried to push myself away from him but he was too strong. I pushed against his thighs, trying to get some leverage. I let out a muffled scream as my arms were yanked behind me and my tits hit the floor. That I could deal with. Concrete rubbing my nipple piercing was agony however. As I fell forwards my throat was impaled even more onto Grant. As my throat muscles spasmed in panic, Grant started fucking my face- hard. He was obviously enjoying the feeling as I panicked. I could feel myself going dizzy and everything took on a muffled and muted sound. All my senses were hyped up, but it was like everything had slowed down and I was acutely aware of everything going on around me. Grant slammed his hips up once more and started coming, forcing me to swallow every last drop, just as Pete emptied his balls into my ass. Then, mercifully, darkness swallowed me.

I awoke with a start. I ached all over and had a raging headache. My mouth was dry but sticky and I had a lingering taste at the back of my throat. Then it all came back to me and I burst into tears again. Through my choking sobs I realised a few things. I was now on a bed. Chained to it to be more precise but anything was better than concrete. And I had my collar on. Let me explain about my collar. I love my collar. It’s black leather with rounded silver studs on it. I bought it from a Goth stall at a county fair when I was 14 and since that day it’s gone everywhere with me. Kinda like a security thing. I always had it on me, either wearing it, or having it in my pocket. God knows why but I loved it. Now I was starting to regret buying the damn thing. Bit late for regrets now though.

I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings. I calmed down a bit when I realised I recognised it. Couldn’t place it, but I recognised it and that soothed me some. Testing my bonds I realised I could get out of them without too much fuss. Handy being a mini-Houdini sometimes! After fiddling around for a few minutes and trapping my skin a lot, I wriggled free. Sitting up I pulled the leg restraints off and stood up. I felt a bit wobbly and nearly gagged when I felt the congealed blood round my throat. I fought the urge to throw up and moved towards the door. Twisting the handle I was surprised to find it was unlocked- they obviously didn’t think I would be capable of getting loose. Mike should have warned them better than that. Even so, after finding the door opened so easily, I should have been on my guard but I got lax. I moved quickly down the corridor. I knew this place from somewhere but I didn’t know where. That was my big mistake. I wasn’t concentrating. All of a sudden I was pinned against the wall and found myself staring up at my boyfriend, Mike. Now I knew where I was. This was his mate Joey’s house!

‘Enjoy your little trip bitch?’ He grabbed my hair and threw me on the floor. My cheekbone hit the ground and I fought the urge to scream. I knew that would only make him worse. I curled up into a ball as he started kicking me, humming as he did. I felt red hot waves of pain shoot through me as his boot broke 2 of my ribs. I bit my lip to stay silent. He rolled me on my back and put a foot across my throat, choking me, pushing on my wound. I struggled beneath him, but still did not make a sound. Dropping down on top of me, he sighed and lit a fag. I flinched as he flicked ash onto me. Leaning back, he rested his full weight on my stomach.

‘Don’t’.

‘Don’t what?’

‘I’m serious Mike, don’t lean on my stomach, please’.

‘Why the fuck not? Don’t tell me what to do you whore’.

‘I’m pregnant’. He took a long drag on his cig.

‘You fucking what?’

‘I’m 3 months gone. I did a test last week, it came up positive so I had a scan at the hospital. I’m 3 months gone. We’re having a baby Mike. I was waiting for the right time to tell you’.

He slowly sat up. I though I had him there. I knew how much he wanted kids. All of a sudden I felt a searing pain on my right breast and my head exploded in a cloud of pain. He’d burnt me with his cigarette and booted me in the head. I could taste blood where I’d bit my lip and tongue. He grabbed me by my collar, dragging me up and throwing me against the wall again.

‘You was waiting for the right time to tell me? When exactly was going to be the right time? Not that it matters, I’m not having a kid with a whore.’

I heard a click and felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against my belly. Threaten me and hurt me, fine. Do it to my baby, my unborn baby and you’ll pay. I saw red and snapped.

‘The only reason I’m a whore is because you made me into one Mike. You was the one that was pimping me out to all your mates! You were the one that wanted the fucking money, not me. Now get out of my way you tosser!’ I screamed at him and slapped him. Ignoring the pain coursing through my whole body I shoved him as hard as I could and ran. Anywhere just to get away from him. Running down the stairs, I pulled the front door handle- shit. Locked. I sprinted through the living room door to get to the patio door when I felt my collar being pulled back. I let out a strangled yelp, felt a hand go round my mouth and Joey whispering in my ear

‘My turn’.

I froze on the spot. He pulled me tight against him and I could feel his hard on. He started licking and kissing my neck. I winced as his lips brushed over my torn and bruised skin. All of a sudden, I found myself stumbling forwards to the middle of the room, falling over a coffee table and gashing my leg. Feeling dazed, I rolled over and lay there stunned for a few minutes. I sat up and saw Joey come flying towards me. He smacked me in the face, but by this point I was in too much shock to scream or care. I saw Mike come into the room and he stood over me smirking.

I looked up at him, too broken and too much in pain to even care what he did. He crouched down by my head and I flinched as he stroked my hair.

‘Aww baby. You’re a mess. But you bring it on yourself. If you just did as you were told, you’d be ok’. With that he stood up and walked away. Without a backward glance he told Joey ‘Do what you like. I don’t give a shit.’

Joey smiled at me and I felt his hands round my throat. That was the last thing I remember.

When I came out of my coma I was told I had multiple injuries- knife wounds, numerous broken bones, lacerations and swelling on the brain that would leave permanent bruising and has also resulted in my short term memory being shot to Hell. The baby, our baby, Mine and Mike’s baby, survived it all. What she didn’t survive was 2 months later a fight that me and Mike had resulting in him kicking me in the stomach. At 5 months pregnant, I miscarried.

What I want to know, for my own peace of mind is what happened in them missing hours? Something else must have happened, because I didn’t have a lot of the injuries that I ended up with before I blacked out. Why can’t I remember what? Any ideas how I can?

“What the fucking hell’s wrong with you? We’ve been going out for four months. If you really loved me you’d show me. You can’t stay a virgin all your life.”

“That’s not fair. You know I love you.”

“Well show me then.”

 

I planted a big kiss on his lips, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. Instead of responding, he pulled away pushing my tongue out.

 

“That don’t prove anything, anyone can give wet kisses. If you don’t want to make love with me by now, I reckon it’s about time we called it quits.”

“No. Please don’t say that. You know I love you. I will let you do it.”

“When?”

“Not here.”

“What’s wrong with here?”

 

Was he kidding? We were in an old wooden shed at the bottom of his garden, sitting on an old packing case. I know you can fuck anywhere, but when a girl looses her virginity, it should be something special. Just to set the scene, its 1959, my names Leslie, and my boyfriend is Gerry. I’m fifteen, he’s fourteen and we live in a large town in England.

 

“Anyone could come down the garden and catch us.”

“So where can we do it?”

“It’s only two weeks till I leave school and the end of term. You were on about us going on a week’s holiday together to your Uncle’s farm. If I get my mum to let me come with you, then I’ll let you do it to me there.”

“Promise? You won’t go back on that?”

“I promise.”

 

Well that was it; nothing else mattered from now on. The next day the first question I got was.

 

“Did your mom say you can come?”

“She said she’ll think about it.”

“Jesus! That’s no fucking good. What’s she got to think about?”

“Well I think she’s worried about me and you being alone together. She didn’t actually say we were going there to have sex, but she was making very strong hints, and reading me the riot act about not getting myself into trouble.”

“But we won’t be on our own; my Aunty Bette and Uncle Harry will be looking after us.”

 

“Has your mom and dad agreed to you going?”

“Yes. And my Uncle Harry said he’ll even pay me for helping out on the farm.”

“Have you asked if I can come with you?”

“Course I have. Aunty Bette says you can have her daughter’s old room, and I can have the attic bedroom.”

“I think the best thing we can do, is if you come home with me tonight, and then you can tell my mom all about it.”

“Will your dad be there?”

“I doubt it. Why?”

“He fucking frightens me. I don’t think he likes me going out with you.”

“Don’t be silly. He was saying to mom only the other day, how he was glad I’d got a sensible boyfriend.”

“You could have fooled me. He always looks like he’s ready to fucking hit me.”

“Don’t be daft. Anyway he’ll be down the pub.”

 

That evening he came back with me, and we talked the whole holiday through with my mum. As I’d thought, dad was down the pub. Mom ended-up by saying she’d write a letter to his Aunty, and if she was happy with the reply she’d let me go. Us being alone wasn’t the only thing that my mom was concerned about. We were not a well-off family, and my mom was also worried about how much the holiday would cost. As it turned out, Gerry’s Aunty said she didn’t want any money for my keep, as I’d be doing odd jobs to help her, and this would be sufficient. Also as there was nowhere posh to go, I’d only need old clothes. There was, she said, no need to take any, because she had loads of girls’ clothes that had belonged to her daughter, which she hadn’t got rid of. Now this bit might have pleased mom, but the thought of wearing some out of fashion stuff that had belonged to her daughter didn’t please me much at all.

 

One other thing I should mention was that my sixteenth birthday would fall on the day after we arrived on holiday. Now the significance of this in England, is this is the age of consent. Mom really went to town on me before we left, saying that just because I would be sixteen, doesn’t mean you can behave like a tart.

“I’ve told Mrs James (Aunty Bette) to keep a close eye on you and that Gerry, and if there’s any hint of any shenanigans, she’s to pack you straight off home. And woe-betide you if that happens, your dad will flay you alive, so mind you behave yourself.”

This warning really put shivers down my spine, and a quick glance at the colour draining from Gerry’s face, told me he wasn’t too happy either.

 

So the morning of our holiday arrived, and I had almost nothing to take with me. Mom had corresponded with the Aunty, and decided even my own underwear wouldn’t be suitable. I wasn’t even asked. Apparently, Bette had said that she had lots of thin cotton dresses, and camisoles. Which she said would be cooler, being loose fitting. This kind of thing she had told mom was more suitable for wearing around the farm. Mom had agreed, mainly because it meant she hadn’t got to buy me any new clothes, and the ones I’d already got would not be getting mucked-up or spoilt.

 

I sat in the back of Gerry’s dad’s car, and Gerry sat next to his dad in the front. The journey took about five hours, and we didn’t stop once! Even though after we’d been on the road about three hours, I’d mentioned I could do with a toilet stop.  So when we arrived, I was desperate to go for a pee.

 

“How are you Bette?”

Gerry’s dad asked as he threw his arms around her neck, and they embraced in a brother sister cuddle.

“I’m fine. My. Look at young Gerry. He’s almost grown into a man. God don’t they shoot-up when you don’t see them often. And I assume this is his young lady that I’ve heard so much about. Leslie isn’t it?”

“Yes Mrs James. Excuse me but can I use your toilet?”

“Course you can lass. And you don’t need to call me Mrs James. You’re with family now, I’m Aunty Bette. The doings is over there.”

She pointed to a small brick building in the garden by the side of the house.

 

I dashed across, and was soon sat there in the little dark toilet having a pee. I won’t go into detail about the toilet, but I will say I’ve never experienced anything as primitive in my life. It was pitch black inside, and cobwebs everywhere, boy was I glad to get out of there.

“Is that better love? These men never think about us ladies when they travel by car. Come on let’s get inside and join the others.”

She put her arm around my shoulder, and we walked into the dark kitchen.

 

“You got that kettle on Frank?”

“Kettles on, and teas in the pot ready. Once I’ve had a quick cup, I’ll get going back home,” said Gerry's dad.

“You can’t wait to see Harry or the lads?”

“I’d like to, but the dynamo on that old banger of mine is on its last legs. So I need to get as many miles under my belt as possible before it gets dark and I need to use my lights.”

“That’s a shame, but Harry will understand. I’ll try to get him to make sure he’s around when you come to collect the two lovers.”

“Not so much of the lovers. They’re not old enough for that kind of malarkey. You keep a sharp eye on them.”

“No problem there, Gerry will be helping Harry most of the time, and I’ll keep Leslie busy”.

 

He finished his tea, and he was on his way with just a quick goodbye. Once he’d gone we returned to the house. As we sat down to a second cup of tea, she explained her three boys and Uncle Harry were all out working on the farm.  But as today was Saturday, they’d all be back by about 6 O’clock to get cleaned up. It’s the one night of the week they get to get down the local for a pint, she explained.

 

Now although she called them her boys, they were all men as far as me and Gerry was concerned. The eldest was Steven; he was thirty-two, and then came Andrew at twenty-eight. Next in-line was Audrey at twenty-five, but she was married with children, and lived on another farm some ten miles away. The youngest was Adrian at twenty-four.

 

Once we finished our tea, she took us upstairs to show us our rooms. We first came to where I would be sleeping. It wasn’t a separate bedroom as I’d expected, instead, my bed was in her bedroom. This was a large ‘L’ shaped room; her double bed was in the main part of the room, with my bed, also a double around the corner in the end of the leg of the ‘L’ shape. So although in the same room, both beds were out of site of each other. There was also an old dark curtain which hung from a wire stretched from wall to wall. This she explained could be pulled across if needed. As she left she said she’d sorted out my clothes, and they were in the wardrobe and chest of draws.

 

She left me there to sort out my few belongings while she carried on up to the attic to show Gerry where he was sleeping. On the top of the draws, was an old fashioned washing bowl and jug of water; this was like going back to the dark ages.  I emptied the contents of my little bag on the bed, and put most of it on top of the set of draws. I opened the top draw to put my personal stuff out of site, and there was the underwear she’d sorted out for me. The draws were full of cotton camisoles, blouses, cardigans, all freshly washed and smelling of rose scent. The wardrobe was the same, full of dresses skirts coats etc., all washed and smelling fresh. I’d expected to find some musty old clothes that she’d retrieved from being stored in her attic. So although the styles were old-fashioned, they were all pretty, and in there own way very feminine.

 

“Come-on then Leslie. Get them city clothes off and let’s see how you look in my Audrey’s dresses. Do you like being called Leslie, or Les?”

“Leslie is what I mostly get called.”

“Well Leslie it is then. You get yourself undressed, and I’ll sort you out something pretty to wear. You’ll want to look good to impress my boys.”

 

I took my cardigan off, and slowly started undoing the buttons on my blouse. It didn’t feel right undressing with her in the room.

 

“Come-on Leslie, I want to make sure these clothes I’ve sorted out fit you, and I’ve got lots to do before the boys get home.”

 

I removed my blouse and lowered my skirt.

 

“And the rest. You won’t want stockings on here on the farm. And you can take that bra and knickers off; you’ll be cooler in one of these cammies.”

 

I was soon stood there naked, and she handed me a camisole to put on. I’d never seen one before, let alone worn one. It was a one piece; like a vest and knickers all-in-one. As I stood there not sure how to put it on, she said.

 

“Over your head. That’s it. Now pull the gusset from behind, it’s got a couple of hooks and eyes to fasten at the front. There are some prettier ones that you have to step into, but this type is more practical during the daytime. That’s right, now try this dress on. If this one fits, then the rest will be ok. Are yes. That looks much better, I guess the dress is a bit on the short side, you’re taller than I expected. But there ain’t many people gonna see you out here, and you’ll be much cooler like that. I can’t expect any of the men folk will object to seeing a bit more of your legs than your mom might think decent. And I don't suppose you'll be worried too much about attracting their attention.”

So here I was; a pair of old shoes, a very loose fitting camisole and a dress that buttoned down the front, was fully flared, and stopped at least 4” above my knee.

 

Next second there was a knock on the door.

“Can I come in yet? Are you decent?”

“Yes come on in Gerry. See what you think of your Leslie in this dress.”

“Wow yes. Hey that dress looks good.”

“See Leslie, I told you we wouldn’t get any complaints from the men-folk. How do you feel in it?”

 

In truth it felt very weird showing so much leg, but this was the kind of thing I’d wanted to wear back home, but mom would never let me. I don’t mean this style, but it was always seen as being grownup and with-it to wear short skirts. But as I say I’d never been allowed to before. You have to imagine this was before the days of the mini-skirt, so I felt very sexy showing this much leg and I was doing it with a grown-up's consent.

 

“Yes I guess if Gerry likes it, then it must be ok.”

“Well that sounds like true love. Right I’ve got work to get on with. Gerry knows his way around the farm, so why don’t you pair spend the rest of the afternoon exploring. You’ll know soon enough when the lads get back, the dogs always go wild, they know that's when they get fed.”

 

We followed her downstairs, and left her in the kitchen while we went outside to the farm yard. We walked around the farm going from one building to another; the smells were something-else. There was every kind of animal, most of which I’d never seen so close-up before. The horses and bull were the most frightening. The bull was huge and had hot steam coming from its wet dribbling nostrils. It kept ramming into the big thick heavy gate on its enclosure. But the horses were frightening merely because of their size. You don’t get horses in the town, and until you’ve stood close up to one you don’t realize how tall they are.

 

But not only were the horses tall, but one of them had the biggest cock in the world, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw its length. The great big bell-end was all spread-out and the cock was that long it nearly reached the floor. Seeing this must have brought the subject of sex back to the front of Gerry’s mind.

 

“There’s a hay loft up there.”

He said pointing up above the stalls.

“Come-on I’ll show you.”

He rushed across the stable to where a ladder was leaned against the upper floor.

“Go on you go first, I’ll hold it to make sure the ladder doesn’t slip.”

“What do we want to go up there for?”

“There’s some straw bales, it’s out of site of anyone, and you said I could have a fuck.”

“Now wait a minute. I never said you could do it today.”

“You bloody promised. You said once we got to the farm. Well we’re here now, and up there is an ideal place.”

 

“I’ll go up there with you, but only to have a look. I’m not promising to let you do me today.”

“Why not, if we don’t do it now, I bet Uncle Harry will have me working all week and we won’t get chance again.”

“You’re not working tomorrow.”

“I bet we bloody are. These bloody farmers work every day. They’ve never heard of weekends.”

“But your Aunty said because it’s my sixteenth birthday, I'd have to stay in the house all day. She didn’t explain why, she said she'd do that later; but because I would be stopping indoors, she said your Uncle will let you stop home with me.”

“When did she say that?”

“Earlier, when she was helping me dress.”

“But why have you got to stop in the house?"

"All she said was, that I’d not be allowed out tomorrow. I asked why, but she just said it’s a country thing, being a townie, she wouldn’t expect me to know about it. But she said she'd explain why later tonight, while the men are all down the pub."

"But if you're not allowed out, how are we going to get out here?"

"We're not allowed to have sex. But I bet that won't stop you. She can’t be watching us all the time; we'll just pick our time and sneak out."

"So you’ll do it tomorrow?”

“Yes I’ll let you make it my birthday present. Come-on lets go up and see if this place is where we’ll do it. But you have to promise if I go up with you, you won’t try to force me to do it now?”

“You know I wouldn’t force you.”

 

I started climbing the ladder, and as soon as the hem of my dress was at his eye level, I felt his hand on the inside of my leg.

“Hey! Pack it up.”

“Why? I promised not to fuck you, but that doesn’t stop me playing with your fanny.”

“Look, pack it in. You’ll make me fall.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure you can climb a ladder while I finger you.”

 

I didn’t reply, and his hand reached the hooks and eyes on the gusset. It’s amazing how boys are unable to do the knot in a neck-tie using both hands in front of a mirror, but they can undo any type of fastener one-handed even in total darkness. Within seconds both front and back flaps of my gusset were dangling free, and his fingers were probing for my hole. As my legs moved from one step to the next, he followed me up, and his fingers entered me. We were soon standing on the loft floor, way up high in the air. It had only a single rail around its edge to prevent you from falling over. All around the straw bales were stacked high. He pulled his hand from under my dress, and sucked at his fingers.

 

“I love that thing you’re wearing; it’s dead easy to get at you. Come and help me pull some bales out to make somewhere to lie down.”

I didn’t reply, but followed him across the loft floor to a dark corner. We soon had a wide flat area to lie down on, that was hidden from view of anyone below. He was right this would be a perfect place for tomorrow’s event. Out of sight, somewhere you could relax, and not feel threatened. But now we’d made our bed, he soon had me pulled back down onto it. I reminded him of his promise, but he said he only wanted a quick feel.

 

The dress was soon unbuttoned from top to bottom, and opened out wide. He slid the camisole up my body until it was bunched up above my tits. I lay there fully exposed to his view. He lay at my side, and his mouth caressed my nipples, moving from left to right and back again; sucking and gently nibbling. They were standing so stiff and proud, and I felt so good. This was the first time I’d had chance to just lie back and let him arouse me without worrying about being caught. My eyes were closed, and as his lips left one nipple, I’d wait to feel them on the other.

 

But as my mind wandered around I was wondering what the sensation would be like if he was able to kiss me, and suck both my nipples at the same time. I hadn’t thought this concept through, as this could only be possible with multiple lovers.

 

But now instead of his lips landing on my nipple, I felt his wet tongue licking around my belly button. This caused a sharp intake of breath, which rapidly turned into a warm glow in my tummy. The more he circled around the stronger this feeling got, and the lower down in my tummy it felt. Without realizing it, I was drawing my knees up and letting my legs fall open. Then he moved down, placing a hand on the inside of each knee, and it only took the slightest of pressure to spread me wide.

 

The pace now changed, I could feel an urgency in his licking. He’d started just above my knee, going from side to side in the same manner as he’d done with my nipples. He was working his way up the inside of my legs, and was now licking around my inner thighs. The feeling in my tummy was now overwhelming, and when I say tummy, I really mean my cunt. I knew I was lifting my hips, but felt powerless to stop. Every fibre of my body was now on edge, it was like the feeling you get when someone induces a static charge in a balloon, and as they put it near your arm, your hairs all stand on end.

 

I knew this was the moment it was going to happen, promise or not, and I wanted him like never before. His tongue was lapping around my cunt, and I lifted forcefully to meet it. I opened my eyes, and as he looked up the length of my heaving body, I said clearly.

“Fuck me. Gerry, fuck me now.”

He didn’t reply, but he stood in between my open legs, his jeans and underpants dropped to the floor, to reveal an erection like I’d never seen before. A swift back kick sent his jeans flying across the loft floor, and he lowered himself down.

 

“BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF. BARK. BARK.”

The farm yard was suddenly in pandemonium; all the dogs were going wild.

“SHIT! OF ALL THE FUCKING BASTARD TIMES TO COME BACK.”

He leapt to his feet and scurried across the loft to re-gain his jeans, shouting back to me as he went.

“COME-ON YOU DOSEY BITCH. IT’S MY UNCLE. IF HE FUCKING CATCHES US. WE’RE FUCKED.”

Wow, what an awakening. From cloud nine to shithouse bottom in one jump.

 

I stood up and pulled my camisole down, the hooks and eyes he’d undone so easily; were now in my haste impossible to fasten. Now I was stood up, I could see the door that led to the yard, and it was opening. In walked a man, about mid twenties, so it could have been any of the cousins. I’d given up with trying to fasten my gusset, and started on my dress. As the man had walked in he’d looked all around, and I guess the relative darkness in here had made it difficult for him to see, especially up here in the dark loft. I’d turned so my back was towards him, and stood there buttoning up my dress.

 

“Are, there you are Gerry! You randy little bastard! I knew you were bringing some skirt with you, but I never thought you’d be getting stuck into her this quick. Come on then let’s have you both down here before mom catches you.”

Gerry quietly called across to me,

“Leslie, you get down quick! I can’t get my fucking zip to do up. I’ll follow you down.”

Then he shouted down to the man below.

“Hi Adrian, steady the ladder for Leslie, I’ll be down in a minute, I’ve just lost my pen-knife.”

 

I could do nothing but follow his instructions. Still half dazed, dress only buttoned up down as far as my waist, and camisole flapping wide open. I took hold of the sides of the ladder, and swung my leg around onto one of the rungs. Then my other leg left the loft floor, and I was now on the ladder. I’d said on the way up how high the loft was, well I can tell you now, it appeared to be twice as high now I was trying to climb down. I clung to the side rails of the ladder as I gingerly eased my foot from one rung to the next one below. Slowly I started to descend below the floor of the loft.

 

Suddenly I felt an arm sweeping around my waist from behind, and almost simultaneously a hand cupping my cunt in its palm.

“Its ok love, I’ve got you now. I won’t let you fall.”

“Oh God! I didn’t know you were there.”

“You can relax your grip love; I’ve got a tight hold of you. I’ll walk you down one step at a time.”

“I’m alright. You didn’t have to climb up to help me.”

“I could see you were struggling.”

Then in a whisper he said.

“But I didn’t know you’d repay me with a feel of such a wet and willing little fanny.”

 

Then back to a normal voice.

“Ok first your left leg.”

“That’s it now the right one. No, don’t stop on the same rung, I’ve got your weight. You’ll be safe enough to reach to the next one.”

What I’d been doing was to reach down with one leg, then let the next leg find the same rung, keeping my steps as short as possible. But now as alternate legs came from the rung above, missing one rung, and reaching to the rung below, my cunt was stretching about in his hand.

 

This process carried on, and as we made our way down he manipulated his fingers around my cunt. One finger found my hole, and in it slid accompanied by a sharp intake of breath from me.

“Oh my god!”

“Are you ok?”

“No. You’ve got your finger up me.”

I said quietly, so Gerry wouldn’t hear.

“I know, it's nice, and it’ll make sure you don’t slip out of my hand.”

It must have been his third finger he’d got inside me, because the first two fingers were now rubbing my clit for all they were worth, and my cunt was on fire.

“Please don’t. Its making my legs go weak.”

“Don’t worry about your legs going weak, I told you I won’t let you fall.”

“Please no more. Take your hand away.”

He took no notice, so I realised I was wasting my breath. Instead I tried to get to the floor as quickly as possible.

 

As my left foot felt the solid ground underneath it, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he’ll stop now, or at least I can get my legs closed tight together. But how wrong can you be.  Before my right foot had chance to take its final step back to the ground, his foot was jammed against mine, with his knee under mine stopping me from moving my leg down. His other foot slid against the inside of my left foot, and pushed it across the stone floor, forcing my legs wider apart. The arm around my waist held me tightly to his body stopping me from moving away. And his hand under my cunt had full and free access.

 

His first and second finger went up my hole, both together, ramming in and out.

“Please stop.”

“Just relax and you’ll enjoy it more.”

There was no point in struggling. I looked up to the loft to see if Gerry was coming down, but there was no sign of him. I tried shouting to him.

“GERRY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WE’RE WAITING DOWN HERE.”

“I. I’M COMING. WON’T BE LONG NOW.”

“NO RUSH GERRY LAD. I’VE GOT YOUR GIRL DOWN SAFELY. I’M LOOKING AFTER HER, SHE’S IN GOOD HANDS. AREN’T YOU LESLIE?”

Then quietly in my ear.

“Go on call up nice and loud and tell him not to rush. You wouldn’t want this ladder to slip on this stone floor. It would do him some nasty damage falling from that height.”

The tone of his voice was so threatening, it frightened me.

“GERRY. YOUR COUSIN IS RIGHT. I’M OK DOWN HERE; YOU TAKE YOUR TIME AND MAKE SURE YOU DON’T FALL.”

 

No sooner had the words left my lips, than I was lifted to his body, and carried back across under the loft floor into one of the horse stalls. He laid himself back onto a straw bale, pulling me backwards on top of himself. He was so strong, struggling was useless, and his fingers were fucking my cunt as fast as they could go. His other hand was up around my tits, and he was squeezing my nipples. It was impossible to take this kind of action without getting aroused. My hips were thrusting against his poking fingers, and given more time I’d have fucked. But just when I thought I could hold out no longer, Gerry’s feet came in site on the ladder, and I was suddenly released.

 

By the time Gerry was low enough to see into the stall where we were, I was sitting on a bale, and Adrian was stood by my side.

“Are, there you are. I was wondering where you two were hiding.”

“You can talk. What took you so long up there, couldn’t you find your underpants?”

“No it was nothing like that. I’d lost my pen-knife in amongst the straw.”

“What were you using a pen-knife for? You weren’t forcing her to get her knickers down?”

“No we weren’t doing anything. I was just carving a bit of wood.”

“So why is her fanny all uncovered, and dripping wet?”

And with that he took me by surprise, grabbing both my ankles, lifting them high in the air, and wide apart. This overbalanced me back, tipping me onto the bale and showing my naked dripping wet cunt.

 

Gerry was stunned for words.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Then keeping one leg held high, he let go of the other, and stroked his fingers slowly along my cunt. Poking into my hole, and then presenting them towards Gerry’s face.

“Somebody’s been a naughty boy. And I think we all know who that is. If you don’t want Uncle Harry to find out, I think you two had better agree that you owe me a favour?”

He then dropped my leg, and I sat up straight again as he turned to me.

“You’d better get yourself in the tack room down there, and get cleaned up. And get those buttons done up before someone sees the state you're in.”

 

I scurried away to the tack room as he’d ordered. Against the wall was a big old hand-operated water pump above an old stone sink. I heaved on the big rusty handle, and drew a bowl of water. Once I’d cleaned myself down, I made sure not only my buttons were done up, but also the hooks and eyes on my gusset. When I went back to the stalls, Adrian came across, and put his big arm around my shoulder, and as he walked me towards the door said.

"This is a nice ripe piece of fruit you've got here Gerry; I'll bet she's one hell of a fuck?"

Gerry said nothing, but just followed on behind us.

 

When he opened the door to the yard, all the dogs came rushing in, barking noisily and jumping up at me.

“There’s no fooling the dogs. They can smell you’re on heat. GET DOWN YOU!”

He shouted and raised his hand as though he was about to hit them. The dogs all cowered down as though they knew a beating was coming. As we walked across the yard, they resumed their barking, but followed from a safe distance.

“Come-on Gerry, get your arm around her other shoulder. You don’t want your Aunty to think there’s anything wrong.”

Gerry joined us, and we walked back to the house as though nothing had happened.

 

“I see you’ve met Gerry’s young lady?”

“If you mean Leslie, then yes. But I’m not sure about your description of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well she’s sixteen tomorrow, in my book that makes her fully grown; so if she's out tomorrow I’d say it’s open hunting season, and she’s the quarry. And as for her being a lady; until one of us catches her, we won’t know that.”

This reply stunned me, especially talking to his mother. And the reference to me going out tomorrow, and being hunted, what was all that about?

“Adrian! That’s enough of that talk; you’re scaring the poor girl. There'll be no hunting her tomorrow; she'll be stopping in-doors. Anyway, remember she’s your Cousin Gerry’s girlfriend.”

“She’s no need to be scared, nobody's gonna hurt her. And as for Gerry; if she’s out tomorrow I guess he'll get his share along with everyone else.”

“Well that's as maybe, but I don't think you'll find her out there tomorrow.”

And with that she changed the subject.

 

“Anyway what are you doing home so early?”

“The bloody muck spreader’s packed in, so I’ve brought it back for Steve to sort out.”

“Right well I’ve got to go out in the yard and feed the dogs and foul. Gerry can you come and give me a hand?”

“Yes, course I can. Are you coming Leslie?”

But she turned to face me,

“Well I wanted Leslie to stop in the kitchen and juggle the pans around. This range isn’t like your modern gas cookers, it needs constant attention.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Well I need to keep all the pans simmering. This part of the plate is too hot, and this end is too cold. So as you see a pan starting to boil over, change it with one from the other end. You’ll soon get the hang of it. But make sure you keep your mind on the job, cos old Harry will not be pleased if his suppers spoilt.”

 

“I’ll start my bath now ma. Then it’ll be free for when dad gets home.”

“I'm not sure if Leslie would like that.”

She turned and looked in my direction; stupidly I thought she was meaning that she thought I’d want to go up and have my bath first before all the hot water had gone.

“Well? Do you mind if he has his bath now?”

“No. I don’t mind who goes first.”

“Well ok. But like I told you, make sure you keep your mind on them pans, or you’ll be getting off on the wrong side of Harry.”

 

With that they all left the kitchen leaving me to swap pans around. Then Adrian walked back in carrying a large metal bathtub. I’d only ever seen them in films, and at first I wondered what he was doing. Then as he took the two largest pans of boiling water from the range, and poured them into the bathtub, the penny dropped. He filled the pans back up with cold water and placed them on the range, and then he started pouring jug after jug of cold water into the tub. This tub was only about four feet away from where I was standing doing my pan swapping duties.

 

Now he stood there, facing me, and unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to leave the kitchen, but knew I’d be in trouble if I did. But surely his mom knew he’d be stripping off to take his bath. That must have been why she was asking if I’d mind. His shirt and vest were now gone, and he was unbuckling his belt. His trousers had buttons, not a zip like most boys I’d known, and he undid them in a slow almost threatening manner. As he slid his trousers down, his underpants went with them. The most magnificent cock you could ever imagine stood there. Bolt upright; at least ten inches long. I stood there transfixed, not able to look away.

 

“I knew you’d like it.”

“W. What?”

“You know what. Come take a hold of it.”

As he spoke he walked the few paces to where I stood, and took hold of my hand, placing it around his shaft. I tried to pull my hand away, but his big hand was wrapped around mine, and he controlled my movements. My hand was only just big enough to encircle his cock, and he was sliding it up and down its length. If he’d have let go of my hand, I’d have pulled away, but in a strange way, I wanted him to keep hold of me. I liked the feeling of the warm blood pumping in the palm of my hand.

 

“You like it?”

“No. Please let me stop?”

“I’m going to take my hand off yours; if you stop. I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you. You understand?”

“No.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID OR WHAT?”

“No. I was just. I mean, yes I understand you. But please don’t make me.”

I was scared to death, and pleading pitifully.

“Look you stupid girl, they’ll be back soon, all I’m asking you to do is to wank me. If you take your hand off, I promise I’ll fuck you right here and now!”

 

I felt his grip on my hand slowly release, and I kept my hand going up and down his cock. Then suddenly.

“Wooshhhhhh. Spatter. Crackle.”

I’d completely forgotten about watching the pans on the range behind me. One of them had boiled over, and as the water hit the hot metal plate, it spat and danced violently, the unexpected noise making me let loose of his cock and spin around to face the cooker.

“Fucking hell! Hurry and get them re-arranged. We haven’t got long.”

 

I rapidly moved the pans around, while Adrian had left the room, still naked. I’d just got the pans sorted, when he dashed back in.

“Come over here.”

He was stood in the middle of the room by the side of the tub. I walk to him, and reached my hand down towards his cock.

“No don’t bother, I’ve checked outside. They’re over the other side of the farm in the orchard collecting the hens’ eggs. That means I’ve got some time.”

 

As he bent down in front of me I feared the worst. He took hold of the hem of my dress either side, and gave a series of gentle tugs outwards. The dress was old and made of thin material, so the button holes were all very loose. It popped each button undone one at a time like pulling a zipper open without any sign of ripping the dress at all. I’d clutched my hands together on my bust as he’d started, so the last two buttons remained fastened.

“Come-on. I know I said I’d got some time, but I can’t afford to waste it. Let go or I’ll fuck you like I threatened before.”

I continued holding my dress tightly to my bust.

“You’re gonna fuck me anyway.”

 

“I’m not gonna fuck you, well not now anyway. Just let go before I change my mind.”

I slowly released my grip, and let my hands fall away to my side. He gave a couple of final tugs, and my dress was fully open. He stood up and took hold of the dress at the shoulders.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m taking your dress off. Now look sharp and get that vest thing off.”

“Why what are you going to do to me?”

“Look I haven’t got time for this. Get it off quick or I will fuck you.”

 

I reached under my crotch, and fumbled with the hooks and eyes. As soon as he saw they were free, he was pulling it up over my head. I stood there naked, just like he was. But where as he was bold and proud to be in front of me, I’d got my hands clutched in front of my little hairy mound, and I was trembling.

“What fucking gorgeous tits you’ve got.”

I blushed, and brought one hand back up to try to cover them.

“Don’t be silly. Here get yourself laid down on this.”

 

He was spreading my dress on the floor alongside the bathtub. I thought, ‘he is going to fuck me’ and I hesitated.

“Come-on we haven’t got all day.”

“Please don't fuck me?”

“Not unless you keep pissing me about. Just get yourself down on that dress.”

I got down on the floor, lay on my back, and opened my legs. Why I opened my legs, I don’t know, he hadn’t told me to; and I’d got my hands over my cunt, so it wasn’t as though I was trying to show it off to him.

 

He got down and knelt in between my legs, lifted my hands and placed them on my tits.

“You get them big tits of yours worked up, while I just have a taste of this fanny.”

My hands were on my breasts, but they were motionless. Then his tongue touched my cunt lips, my body shook. I was here partly because if I hadn’t cooperated he’d have told about me and Gerry earlier in the loft. But even if I’d resisted that threat, he was so strong I wouldn’t have been able to stop him getting what he wanted. And maybe I was trying to stop myself getting fucked by keeping him sweet. But with all these reasons, there was also an underlying feeling of wanting this man to take me.

 

Every lick of his tongue, I heaved my cunt towards him. Then he looked up to my face, and our eyes met.

“That’s right, now you’ve got the idea; you rub them nipples.”

I hadn’t realized, but now he’d pointed it out; my hands were furiously tugging and playing with my nipples.

“Ok Leslie, now your fanny is ready, this is what we’re gonna do.”

Now I knew he’d fuck me!

 

“I’m gonna get this fanny juice.”

As he was telling me, he rubbed his hand across my wet and sloppy cunt, soaking his palm with my juices.

“And I’m gonna wet them big soft titties of yours.”

Now he rubbed his hands in the valley of my bust. This he did several times, until my breasts were really wet and slimy.

 

Now to my surprise he squatted astride my tummy, pushing his big hard cock against my chest. His hands took hold of mine, and he placed my hands on my breasts, pushing them together over his cock. Now he started thrusting himself in between my tits. His big bell end was stabbing towards my face, and my tits were a-flame with desire. He’d let go of my hands, and I was manipulating my tits by myself. He was leaning backwards, two of his fingers furiously poking my cunt, and his other hand rubbing my clit. This was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. How long he was thrusting away I don’t know, but suddenly he jerked himself free of my tits, and grabbed his cock. It shot its sticky milk all over my face. It hit me in the eyes, and I couldn’t see. It went up my nose, and I gasped for breath. As I opened my mouth wide, he pumped more of it in there. It had gone everywhere, I was covered in it.

“Argg Argg Yes. Fucking yes! Wow-weee what a fucking girl! Here take this and wipe your face. I’ll go and sort the fucking pans out or we’ll both be getting fucked by mum.”

 

I’d sat myself up and was wiping the cum from my eyes. I then started rubbing my nose to get the cum out.

“No point in trying to behave like a lady now. That’s my cum you’ve got up your nose, not a bit of face powder. I know ladies wouldn’t blow their nose in public, but we’ve just proved you’re no lady. So go on give it a big blow.”

Almost in temper I did as he said, blowing my nose, and ejecting all the cum into the cloth he’d given me. Then I moved to a clean bit of. Of what? It wasn’t an old cloth he’d given me! It was the camisole I’d been wearing.

“Hey! You silly bloody idiot! You’ve given me my clean underwear to wipe this cum off with; I won’t be able to put this back on.”

 

He was still shuffling the pans around on the range.

“Just get on with it, and bloody hurry up, I can hear the dogs getting excited. That means that moms on the way back. Here give me that while you get your dress back on. Nobody will know you haven’t got your vest on.”

I quickly wiped around my neck, and the top of my bust, and past him the camisole. Then I hurriedly got my dress back on and started doing up the buttons. Once buttoned up, I went across to the range to be in position when Aunty returned. Adrian reached his arm around behind me, and landed his big hand on the cheek of my bottom with a slap. Then he gave it a big squeeze.

“Did you like that?”

“No it hurt.”

“Not the slap you silly girl. The tit fuck?”

I instantly coloured-up bright red.

“No.”

But he knew I was lying.

 

“How are them pans doing?”

Asked Aunty as she burst into the kitchen and joined me at the range.

“That’s a good girl. It looks like you managed to keep your mind on the job in hand, despite the distractions.”

And with that she looked across to where Adrian was now sitting in the tub.

"Where's Gerry?"

"I left him out in the orchard looking for eggs. He’ll be quite a while yet. I guess it didn’t bother you seeing him flaunting his tackle about, still I suppose you’re used to seeing your own brother and your dad having their baths.”

“N. No.”

“Hey mom. Come and do my back for me.”

She walked across to the tub, and picked up the soap tray that was resting on the top rim of the tub in front of Adrian. It wasn’t one of them fragile plastic things; this was a short thick wooden plank. Then she went to the end of the tub behind him.

“Come-on then, shift yourself forward.”

He slid about halfway down the bath, his big hairy knees rising out of the water. She placed the plank across the back of the tub, stretched her legs wide straddling the whole eighteen inches width of the tub, then lifting her dress to her waist she sat down with a leg either side. Her dress hung over the back of the tub and reached the floor, but the front was pulled high, showing her bare legs. Now she proceeded to dip the soap and sponge in the tub in between her knees, and wash his back.

 

Then she turned to look at me, and said.

 

“No what? No you don’t mind him flashing his tackle at you, or no you haven’t seen your own brother?”

“I meant he didn’t flash himself, he’s been sitting there soaking in the tub. And I’ve never seen anyone have a bath downstairs before; our bath is fitted into our bathroom upstairs.”

“I told you she must be a lady, not only has she just told a lie to cover-up your bad behaviour, but she’s posh enough to have a fitted-in bathroom.”

“What makes you think she lied for me?”

 

“I know you well enough to know you’d never miss a chance to show off that big thing of yours. I’ll bet you’ve been prancing around with it swinging about the top of your legs.”

“You’re way off the mark there mom. Come-on Leslie, let’s see you come to my defence. Tell mom the truth; my dick definitely wasn’t hanging down my legs, was it?”

I didn’t speak, but again I blushed bright red.

 

“Ok my girl. I think you aught to be telling me what's been going on while I’ve been out?”

“You’d never make a detective mom. Haven’t you noticed the new cream she’s started using in her hair. Or the way her nipples are showing through that dress.”

She turned and looked across the room to me.

“Come here my girl. Let’s see what he’s on about.”

I walked towards her wanting to reach up to my hair to understand what he was talking about myself. I know I’d cleaned myself down, but hadn’t had time to look in the mirror. When I got to where she was, she didn’t speak, but just beckoned me with her finger to bring my head down to where she was sitting. As I bent down, she reached up to my hair, and as she brought her hand down, she opened and closed her finger and thumb directly in front of my face. The still wet sticky cum stretched and snapped, then re-jelled together each time her fingers closed.

 

The previously jovial tone was now gone; now she was stern and agitated.

“Well my girl how do you explain this?”

“I would have thought even you’d recognise what that was. The little girl has been doing some milking while you were out.”

She leapt to her feet throwing the sponge and soap at him. The sponge bounced onto the floor, but the soap missed and landed in the tub in front of him. She stood to the side of the tub, facing Adrian.

“I hope you haven’t been forcing yourself on this poor girl?”

“You’ve got to be joking; she’s not the little innocent that you think.”

 

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, she’s not a little girl any more, and it’s her business what she does with her body. I’m only human, if it’s offered, I ain’t gonna refuse it.”

“Are you saying she started it?”

“Well maybe not started it, but she certainly wasn’t putting up a fight. Tell you what, look under my jacket on the back of that chair.”

She turned and grabbed his jacket off the chair back, and the camisole fell to the floor. As she picked it up, he said.

“See mom. If I’d have been forcing her, how did I get that off without ripping it? And any way, I wouldn’t even have bothered to take it off; you can do what’s necessary by just lifting it up. It’s a woman thing, this taking all your clothes off first.”

 

While he was talking, she was studying the camisole, it was covered in spunk. Then she turned to me.

“Well; have you got anything to say for yourself?”

“No,” I replied with a mumble.

As I lowered my head, she said.

“Well as you’re on such close terms with my boy, I don’t see why I should be washing his back. Being as your poor little Gerry is still out looking for eggs; you might as well finish Adrian off.”

I picked up the sponge from the floor, walked to the tub, and sat across the board, in a side-saddle manner.

“It’s too bloody late to start trying lady-like behaviour now. You’ve got his spunk in your hair, all over your underwear and god knows where else. Get yourself sat down properly like you saw me doing.”

“Hey mom. Go easy on the girl. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”

”What? The pair of you going at it like rabbits in my kitchen, and you don’t think that’s wrong?”

“Now mom; she’s not the first one to lie on her back on this floor, remember that time the vet called?”

Her face coloured-up red, but not only her face her neck as well, she looked like she was about to explode. She didn’t say a word, but dashed to the range where she stood sorting her pans around, in an agitated manner. I can only assume that some time in the dim and distant past, that her son had caught her fucking with the vet!

 

During all this, I’d just sat still, listening to them both. Now he turned around to me.

“Well girl, mom told you to sit properly. Didn’t she?”

 

“Err. Yes.”

I said as I jumped to my feet, and stretched my legs wide placing them either side of the tub. He was of-course still looking back at me. The short dress, no underwear, and stretched legs giving him a perfect view. Then as I lowered myself down, I put both my hands behind me to flick the hem of my dress clear of the back of the tub. He reached back and wrapped his hand fully under my cunt.

“Look mom. I’ve taken her in hand for you.”

 

She looked our way, and with a disgusted scowl said,

“Don’t you push it too far my lad. If you and that floozy are going to play around, that’s your business, but don’t do it in front of me or Gerry for that matter.”

“Ok mom, keep your knickers on. I was only larking about. But you have to admit I was right?”

“About what?”

“She’s not a young lady.”

“Well you should really have waited till tomorrow, but I guess that’s splitting hairs.”

“Don’t worry mom, that’s one thing I intent to do tomorrow. And it'll not just be her hairs I’ll be splitting.”

 

“Well young Leslie. Oh I keep forgetting, you’re not young. Anyway, young or old, I guess he’s right, but there’s still one thing you have to remember. I promised your mom there’d be no goings on between you and Gerry. Now, maybe if you want to play around with all the local men, that’s your business, but if I get so much as a hint that you and Gerry are getting up to anything, then I'll flay your hide myself, before I send you back to let your mom and dad deal with you. Is that clear?”

“Y. Y. Yes.”

She obviously meant what she said.

“Oh. And one other thing, my husband is also off limits. Got it?"

She was talking a lot calmer now, and seemed to have accepted what had just happened.

“Yes.”

“Right now you’d better get some soap on that sponge, and get his back washed before Gerry comes back and catches him playing with you. But before you do, you’d better get the buttons on the front of your dress undone up to your waist; otherwise you’ll get it soaked”

 

I unbuttoned my dress up to the top of my legs and let it fall either side of them.

“Where’s the soap?”

“It’s not back there. It landed in front of me, so it must be somewhere down here.”

I reached around his body, and ran my hand along the bottom of the tub looking for it. He put his hand in the water, and I thought he was going to help me. But no; he took hold of my hand, and swept it back towards his semi-limp cock, wrapping my palm around it. He now repeated his earlier action, sliding my hand up his length. It was firming-up in my hand, and lifting its head clear of the water. As he’d got me leaned towards him, he only needed to turn his head slightly, to enable him to whisper in my ear. His mom being at the range with the pans bubbling away would not have known he was talking to me.

“Remember what she said she’d do to you if she heard anything about you and Gerry? Well if you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep wanking me until I say stop.”

 

Then he took his hand off mine, and placed one hand on the rim of the tub either side, and leaned back against me. I now had his fully erect cock in my hand, and in this laid-back position, only the lower part of it was in the water. I knew if I didn’t continue to wank it, that he’d tell her about finding me and Gerry in the stable. And I’d wanked him before. And she thought I was a slut anyway, so what the fuck. As I slid my hand up and down its length, I felt myself getting excited again. My hand increased its pace, and started making a splashing noise as it hit the water.

 

“Look mom. Why don’t you do this for me when you do my back?”

“Bloody hurry up about it, I don’t want any of the others coming back and catching you at it.”

“Hey mom is this getting you aroused?”

“Just get it over with.”

“It is. Isn’t it? Come-on mom, don’t be shy. If you come over here, I’ll lick your fanny for you.”

“You cheeky sod.”

“No seriously mom. I can see you’re getting wet by the way you’re shuffling your legs about. Come-on bring it here, licking you will make me come quicker.”

 

I was in full swing, loving the feeling of his big body in my arms and his big cock in my hand. I’d heard all this banter going on, but I never for one second thought he was serious. Then his mom walked across to the tub, put her hands up her dress, and pulled off her knickers. She straddled the tub, facing her son, lifted her dress.

“Come-on then. But be quick.”

She put the front of her dress over his head, and his face disappeared into her crotch.

 

It took about another five minutes before he was squirting his milky spunk. Most of it fell back into the bath water, but some had landed on his hairy body, and his mom’s legs. She had lifted herself from above the tub, and sat on a kitchen chair. Then shameless as you like, she lifted her leg high, putting her cunt on full display. She proceeded to gather up the spunk from her legs with her fingers, and put it straight in her mouth licking her fingers clean. Then as she looked my way she said.

“Well girl. You’ve milked the stuff. Don’t let it go to waste. There’s loads of it in the hairs on his chest. Get it licked up quick, we need to get on with setting the table.”

I was still in a semi-trance, just sitting there, limp cock in my hand.

 

“Be quick girl. Get round here and lick me clean. No don’t let my dick drop in the water, you can suck that first.”

 

I got up with some difficulty, trying to keep hold of his cock, and not letting my dress fall in the water. At the same time he was standing himself up, so by the time I was at the side of the tub, he was stood there for me to lick him. I started on his tummy, sucking the spunk that was matted into his pubic hair. Then his mom joined us saying,

“I’ll clean his chest, I’m sure he’d prefer you to suck his dick.”

I started with licking, but I was soon putting it in my mouth, and sucking on it.

“That’s enough of that my girl. I only said not to waste his spunk; I never said you should get him worked up again. I see what you mean about her. She’s insatiable, poor little Gerry wouldn’t stand a chance trying to keep her in check. Right we’d better get on we’re all behind now.”

 

She slipped her knickers back up, and said.

“You’d better slip upstairs, and put that spunk stained cammy in the wash basket, and get yourself a clean one on. And hurry up about it, cos you need to get back down here and get the table set.”

 

Then Adrian butted-in,

“I’ll take that, and I’ll find her a clean one while I’m up there getting changed. She can stop down here and get the table set for you.”

“That’s good thinking for once. I think releasing that load of cum has cleared his feeble little brain. In that case you can get started on setting the table.”

“Before she does that, I think it would be a good idea if she scoops the spunk out of the tub before dad gets back to have his bath.”

“God you’re right again. My; she has done you a power of good. Maybe you aught to get her to clean you out regularly. Come-on then Leslie, get an old cloth and make sure there’s no trace of his spunk in the tub.”

 

I did as I was told, but never for one minute did I think anyone else would have a bath in the water he just used. I was busy laying the table when Gerry walked in with a big basket filled to the top with eggs.

“There you are Aunt Betty; I think I’ve got them all.”

”Well done my lad. You’ve got more than I would have found, but there’s no way you’ve got them all. Its like when you try to clean yourself down without a mirror isn’t it Leslie, you always miss some.”

I suddenly realized the spunk was still in my hair. I turned away from Gerry, and said.

“Back in a second. Got to dash for a pee.”

 

There was no mirror out there, but I carefully ran my fingers through my hair until I’d completely got it all out. When I returned I continued getting things prepared for the meal, with Gerry helping me. But I’d noticed he kept giving me long looks, as though something was wrong. I was sure there must have been some spunk left somewhere on me. I didn’t want to have to explain anything like that to Gerry, but I had to know what it was that he was so interested in.

 

“What’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Shh.”

Then he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t let Aunty hear us. But your nipples are standing up so hard, it looks like you’ve got no bra on.”

I whispered my answer back.

“It’s this camisole, it’s so thin.”

He didn’t question my answer, but he kept staring at my tits.

 

Then Adrian walk back into the room, he was like a different person, gone all the scruffy work clothes, now a smart clean shirt, no tie, but trousers with a neat ironed crease down the front. He looked quite hansom. As Gerry turned to talk to Aunty, Adrian pulled out a lovely silk camisole from his pocket, and held it up for me to see, quickly stuffing it back in his pocket before Gerry turned around.

 

“Hey Gerry. I don’t suppose you could do me a favour.”

“Yes. What is it?”

“I’ve left my backy tin and roller somewhere. I bet it’s either in the tractor I was using on the muck spreader, or somewhere on the bench in the workshop. But I’ve already got cleaned-up ready to go out. Be a pal and run across to the barn and see if you can find them.”

“Ok.”

“If you haven’t found them by the time you hear your Uncle come back, forget it, and come and get your tea,” said Aunty Betty.

 

As soon as he was out of the door.

“Come-on then girl, get that dress off. Let’s see what you look like in this.”

I unbuttoned my dress, and he helped me to take it off. Then he held out the top of this silk camisole for me to step into. This was nothing like the ones Aunty had sorted out for me. This had big flared leg holes like French knickers, and tiny thin shoulder straps. When I’d got it on, it hung away from my crotch, and the flared legs made it look like it was open like a short dress. Aunty had been watching me get into it.

 

“Where did you get that from?”

“Our Audrey’s old things.”

“She didn’t wear that till she was nineteen.”

“No, but she was fucking the local lads when she was fifteen, and married with a baby at eighteen. So she was no angel either.”

“That’s no way to talk about your sister.”

“Well who cares about her now. Come-on mom, you’ve got to admit it, this little bitch looks fucking stunning?”

“You’re right. She’s certainly got what you men go for. She’ll break some hearts before she’s done. Now get that dress back on before Gerry gets back.”

“He won’t be back till dad gets home.”

”How do you make that out?”

“Cos I’ve got my backy tin here, so he ain’t gonna find it out there.”

 

I got dressed, and completed the preparation for the meal.

“Is there anything else you need doing?”

“No lass. You can sit yourself down until we hear the men folk get back.”

“Come over here and sit on my knee.”

“Don’t start playing around with her again.”

“Now mom, don’t start interfering. A little bit of her fanny juice will act as an appetiser.”

 

I look towards her, hoping she’d somehow stop him, but she just mumbled.

“Well get on with it then, but don’t let that poor lad see what your doing to her.”

He drew me towards him with his finger, and I meekly walked across the kitchen and backed myself onto his knee. He just pulled my legs wide astride his own, lifted the front of my dress, and two of his fingers were probing my hole. Through the other leg his right hand was rubbing my clit in little circles. I resigned myself to his pleasure, and lay back against his chest. My cunt was soon producing sticky slime that allowed his two fingers to ram deep up inside me. I stretched my whole body, and as my head went back, it was leaning on his shoulder; I turned to him, and pushed my mouth to his. Our tongues mingled, and my body shook. The pleasure rippled up from my cunt, right through to my tongue. The wave was building, to what! I had no idea, but I knew something special was about to happen.

 

“BARK. BARK. WOOF. WOOF.”

 

The whole moment was shattered by the dogs in the yard going absolutely mad. Adrian almost threw me off his knee, and I stood at the edge of the table hanging on for dear life, my legs so wobbly, I didn’t think they would hold my weight. Gerry was the first to come rushing through the door.

“Sorry Adrian, I couldn’t find it.”

“No problem it’ll turn up.”

Just then Uncle Harry walked in followed by the two other cousins.

 

There was a round of introductions; where I got to know which of the two cousins was which, Steve was about Adrian’s build, what I would have said was a big man. But Andrew was a giant, but appeared very withdrawn and hardly spoke a word. We all sat down to have the meal, the first topic of conversation was why Adrian was already cleaned up and ready to go out. And that then prompted Uncle Harry to say he wanted some more water putting on the range, as the bath Adrian had already used would be cold. Then they discussed the next days working, where Adrian was told he’d need to do the job Steve would have been tackling, while Steve sorted out the muck spreader.

 

After they’d finished their meal, Adrian asked Gerry if he wanted to listen to some records on his new record player. This was apparently one of the new ones that could take a stack of singles, and play them one after the other without you needing to touch it.

“Come-on Leslie, we’ve got to see this.”

“I’m sure she’s not interested in a silly gramophone, and anyway I need a hand with these dishes.”

I’d loved to have joined them in the parlour, to see this new record player, but instead I just replied.

“That’s alright Gerry; I’ll help your Aunty first. I’ll come and see it when we’ve got the washing-up done.”

 

Gerry and Adrian disappeared to play their music, and I started clearing the table.

“Perhaps she’d be better off with them, listening to the music?”

Said Harry to his wife.

“That’s ok for you to say; but I bet you’re not going to give me a hand with these pots?”

“It’s not that; you silly woman. I was meaning; I’m ready to have my bath now.”

“Well her being in here won’t stop you; you've got nothing she’s not seen before.”

“What makes you say that?”

“She never batted an eyelid when Adrian had his bath, and she even washed his back for him.”

 

“I hope he wasn’t larking about showing himself off to her?”

“You know our Adrian.”

“I’ll bloody sort that silly fool out later.”

“There’s nothing to sort out, she was encouraging him. She might look like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, but I can tell you she’s not the little innocent she looks.”

Old Harry shrugged his shoulders, and said.

“Andrew, come and give me a hand with this tub.”

 

Andrew and Harry lifted the tub, and carried it outside to empty it. When he returned, Harry did the same as Adrian had done earlier, and tipped a couple of pans full of boiling water into the tub. Then after he’d added some cold.

“Right I’m going to get into the bath now.”

“Well get on with it, we don’t need an invitation to watch you. Men! Tut!”

While he was stripping I couldn’t resist the occasional glance back, but he kept faced away from us all the time. After he'd been washing for about five minutes.

“You gonna come and do my back?”

 

She looked at me; I was washing while she was drying the plates.

“Are you gonna do it for him, your hands are already wet.”

“Me? Do I have to?”

“What do you think Harry? Would you like Leslie to do your back?”

“I’m not sure her mom would approve.”

”I somehow think there’s a lot of things this little girl gets up to that her mom wouldn’t approve of, but I’m sure she won’t be telling her mom about them. Anyway that wasn't the question.”

“Well ok, providing she doesn't mind.”

“Go on then girl; but mind you keep to just washing his back. None of them shenanigans you were getting up to earlier.”

 

I knew by her glare this wasn't a request, but an instruction. As I got myself perched on the board I’d placed behind his back, I stretched my legs to straddle the bath, and sat myself down. Steve was sat at the table, and he had an un-interrupted view up my legs. I was about to dip the sponge into the water in the tub in front of me.

“What about your dress?”

Said Aunty waving her fingers at me.

“My dress?”

“Yes you silly girl. You’ll get the front all soaked. Undo the buttons.”

I dropped the sponge and soap into the water, and undid my buttons up to the top of my legs as before, letting it fall to the outside of my legs. Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head. This camisole was so loose fitting, with such wide leg opening; he could obviously see my cunt, or at least part of it.

 

I had to put that from my mind, and get on with the job in hand. I reached down and picked up the sponge, but search as I may, the soap was not to be found.

“What are you doing back there, feeling my backside?”

“No. Sorry, I can’t find the soap.”

”Perhaps it’s somewhere round in front of me.”

Betty stomped across the kitchen, dipped her hand into the tub in front of Harry, and found the soap handing it to me.

“I said we’ll have none of those shenanigans, and that goes for you too Harry James!”

“I was only fooling around,” he said.

“Yes that’s what Adrian said, but the difference is you’re a married man.”

 

His back was soon washed, and sponged down, without incident. I stood up and started to fasten my buttons.

“Is it worth you doing them back up yet? Aren’t you going to do my back when I’m ready?”

Said Steve, giving me a wink.

I looked across to Betty.

“Looks like that’s your job from now on. Maybe they like your gentle hands; not my old rough ones.”

 

The old man stood up and dried himself with a towel, and then he was off up stairs. Steve now got a pan from the stove, and added some more boiling water to warm the bath back up slightly. Then he put the rest of the boiling water into a small hand-washing bowl. He then added some cold to get it to a usable temperature; he stood a chair alongside the tub, and put the bowl and a bottle of hair shampoo onto it. He’d noticed my quizzical look, as I’d been wondering what he was doing.

 

“It’s bad enough having to share the old git’s bath water to wash in, but there's no way I’ll use it to wash my hair.”

He stripped off, and turned to face where Betty and I were washing the dishes at the sink. Seeing movement behind me I instinctively glanced back, just in time to see him stood there with a semi-stiff cock drooping forward from his loins. Bette looked at me.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist a quick look."

She then turned to Steve.

"And you can get yourself down into that tub and stop flaunting yourself.”

I said nothing, but just blushed again. He did as he was told and sat himself into the bath, then he called.

“Leslie.”

I answered without turning around, in case it was another ruse to get me to look at him.

“What?”

“Are you going to wash my hair for me?”

“Your hair? Why do you need me to do it?”

 

“He’s a big baby that’s why. I suppose it’s my fault for pandering to him. The first time he used that shampoo he got some in his eyes, and it made them sting. Ever since then, I’ve washed his hair, and he holds a flannel tight up to his eyes to stop the shampoo going in.

Being as he wants you to do his hair; you might as well do his back as well."

Then turning to Steve without asking me if I minded,

"Are you ready to have it washed?”

“Yes, ready and waiting."

She turned back to me and said.

“You go sort him out, I’ll do the rest of the dishes, otherwise if these two aren’t done by the time Harry gets down, he’ll be stomping around like a bear with a sore bum. He don’t like anything to hold-up his drinking time.”

 

I went to the bath tub, and knelt down by the side to wash his hair.

“No. You don’t want to do it like that, that’s a sure way to jigger your back in. Put the board in front of him, like you do when you wash their backs. But you’ll need it pulled up real close; you don’t need any room to get into the tub, the waters in the bowl on the chair.”

“But my dress, it won’t reach to the end of the bath to keep it out of the water?”

“You’ve already got it unbuttoned, just pull the loose material together and tie it up in a knot around your waist. There’s always a way if you think about it.”

 

So now I’m stood by the side of the bath, and I draw all the dress around from either side, and as she'd said, tied it in a knot in front of me. Then I stood there with naked legs, I stretch them wide across the tub, and sat down inches away from this man, who by now has got a stonking great hard sticking up well clear of the water.

“Now this is something I’ve got to see.”

Said Betty leaning with her back to the sink.

Both me and Steve spoke as with one voice.

“What?”

“What?”

“I’ve never managed to get his hair done without him using both hands to hold his flannel to his face. I wonder if he’ll still cover his eyes up with your little fanny winking at him.”

 

I blushed bright red again, and didn’t know what to do or say.

“Go on get on with his hair. I’m only ribbing you.”

Steve as she’d said, had got a flannel in his hand, and he’d wrung it tightly to make a short rope like thing. He lifted this up to his head, and held it against his forehead with one hand.

“Ok Leslie, you can start washing me now.”

I got some water from the bowl, soaked his head, then poured some shampoo out, and was just using both my hands to rub it into his scalp. Then I felt his other hand stroking gently on the inside of my thigh.

 

“See mom, like you said. There’s always a way if you think about it.”

I snapped at him,

“Steve! Pack it up.”

“What’s up with you? Sounds like you let our Adrian have a feel of it.”

Well yes this was true, but I'd let Adrian do it because he had caught me and Gerry in the stable. But this man had no kind of hold over me, and I didn’t see why I should pander to his wishes.

“Never you mind what anyone else did. You get your hand out of there.”

“Or what?”

I suddenly took both my hands which were covered in shampoo lather, and brought them across his face. I rubbed furiously into his eye sockets. He went ballistic, flailing his arms about, and knocking me flying across the kitchen floor. He rubbed his eyes with his wet flannel, and within seconds he had climbed naked out of his bath, and was grabbing hold of my wrists, dragging me to the table.

 

“No! Steve no! Aunty betty, stop him.”

“Looks like you’ve started something you can’t finish my girl. If you're gonna play games with the big boys, then you'll have to accept the consequences.”

He was now lifting me up onto the table, and pushing me down onto my back.

“Stop or I’ll scream!”

“If you make a fucking sound I’ll hit you that hard, you’ll wake-up in next week. You stop struggling now or I’ll fucking kill you.”

 

He meant every word; I froze, and lay back on the table, my arms motionless at my side. My legs were now still, and they dangled over the edge of the table.

“That's better. Now let’s see this little fanny properly.”

He took the gusset of the cammy in two hands and was about to rip it open.

“Hey! Stephen. There’s no cause to go ripping that lace camisole, it doesn’t belong to her. If you’re gonna fuck her, that’s one thing. But all you need to do is ease it across to one side, there’s a good boy.”

He released his grip, and tugged the gusset quite roughly across to one side. He stood there looking at it.

“Come-on then lad, if you're gonna give her one; get a move on, before your dad gets down.”

 

“Please Aunty betty. Please stop him.”

He was now playing with my cunt, poking his fingers in and out, and my cunt was getting wet.

“Its too late now my girl, you got him aroused, now you’ve got to satisfy him.”

I started crying, and trying to beg at the same time.

“Please. Sob. Please. Sob. No don’t do it to me please. Sob.”

“Stop your blubbing, you ain’t no virgin.”

“I am. I’ve never done it with anyone. Please don’t.”

“Too fucking bad, your virgin days are over.”

 

His hands took hold under the backs of my knees, and he lifted them high. As he thrust his hips towards me, I knew this was it. Then he was gone! And as he’d flown sideways, his hands on my legs had spun me around on the table. I slipped over the side and fell to the floor. As I Looked across, there on the floor a few feet away, Steve was laid out cold. A pair of big hands encircled my waist, and lifted me gently to my feet.

“Are you ok? Our Steve shouldn’t behave like that. Here dry your eyes, then go and join Gerry.”

Wow! Talk about being saved by the cavalry. That was Andrew. It was the first time I’d heard him speak. He must have hit Steve, and knocked him out cold with one blow.

“Steve. Come-on Steve. What have you done to him? There was no need for that. And you. You silly girl. Do as Andrew says. Get out of my sight, and go join that boyfriend of yours before I lay a strap to you.”

She was sitting on the floor holding Steve’s head, and mopping him with a cold wet flannel. I did as she’d said, and rushed to the other room.

 

I sat alongside Gerry and we listened to records until Andrew put his head around the door, and called Adrian.

“Come-on. Dads ready to go.”

“Bye for now. You’ll be tucked up in bed by the time we get back. So I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

“Bye. I wish I was old enough to go with them. Its no fun being the only man left here.”

We heard the back door slam shut, and all the real men were now gone.

 

“Ok you can turn that bloody rubbish off. My program’s on the radio in five minutes. And you can get off that sofa; I want you two to sit on separate chairs.”

As he got up to move to the chair, Gerry whispered in my ear.

“Jesus. Who’s been upsetting her?”

“Shh. She’ll hear you.”

We both sat there all evening in separate chairs, listening to some old stuff on the radio. When it eventually got to ten O’clock, and she said.

“Right you pair. Time for bed.”

We were both that fed-up and bored, it was a relief.

 

As we went up stairs, she followed us.

“There’s a chamber pot under both your beds, so there’s no excuse for you to be down from the attic, or you to be wandering about. Is that understood?”

“Yes Aunty Bette.”

We both gave the same reply.

Gerry went off up to the attic, and she followed me to her room.

“There’s a night dress in the bottom draw, but I’m sure it’ll be far too warm tonight. You’ll be better-off natural.”

 

“Thank you Aunty. Please Aunty; you said you’d explain to me why I can’t go out tomorrow?”

“I’m not so sure any more, after seeing you larking about with our Adrian, I’m thinking maybe he’s right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well with the way your mom described you, I hadn’t expected you to be so forward, you know, sex wise. I guess you realise tomorrow you’ll be old enough to have sex; all legal like?”

I blushed as I replied.

“Yes, I know.”

“So does that mean you also know that every randy village lad who knows it’s your birthday will be chasing you to get into your knickers?”

Well I of course, thought she meant now I’m a woman and not just a little school girl, they’d all be chatting me up to get a feel or fuck me; but only if I’d let them. Well that is no different from back at home, only in the town they’ve been trying that since I was around thirteen!

I again blushed as I replied.

“Yes, but that’s flattering, and in a way, exciting.”

 

“You’re happy about being the prey, and you like the idea of being chased, even if Gerry isn’t allowed to be one of the hunters?”

“What, you mean Gerry won't be allowed out?”

“Well I promised your mom I’d make sure nothing went on between you and Gerry."

“If he’s got to say indoors, then I won’t go out either.”

“So despite your larking about with my Adrian, you have got some feelings for Gerry?”

“I love him.”

“Love him! So what was all that larking around with my lad? Is it a case of what Gerry doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and you’ve taken a shine to my Adrian.”

I couldn’t tell her the truth, so I had to let her think I fancied Adrian. I put on a coy look, bowed my head and replied with an answer I thought she’d like.

“Adrian is so good looking, and he’s big and strong. Anyway, were not gonna be here long, and like you say, what Gerry doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

 

“But if I don’t let Gerry out tomorrow, you’ll stop in with him?”

“Yes, I can’t leave Gerry in on his own.”

“Ok I guess I’ll have to let him join the hunters. My Adrian would never forgive me if I robbed him of a chance to get into your knickers.”

I thought, 'now she knows Gerry and I are going to have sex together, Adrian will no longer have a hold over me.'

“Oh thank-you Aunty. But you won’t tell my mum?”

“No I guess like Gerry; what your mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. But what about Gerry, does he know my boys will be chasing you?”

Once again I interpreted this question in the wrong context. Not wanting to brag, but this last twelve months, going out with Gerry, I’ve had loads of boys asking for dates, and Gerry has known he’s had competition.

“Gerry is used to it; he thinks it’s good when other boys fancy me, cos he knows I’m his girl, so it boosts his self-confidence.”

 

“So can I take it you’ve decided you're going out to face the hunters?”

What I’d decided to do was to go out to the barn with Gerry, and let him make love to me, now Adrian had nothing to blackmail me with, his hopes of getting anything more than a smile were like Steve’s, a big zero.

“Oh yes, so long as Gerry is allowed out.”

“Well in that case, as long as you know what to expect out there, and your not gonna come back crying about loosing your virginity. But if you regret it later and go bleating to your mom, I’ll swear blind I told you to stop indoors.”

Thinking about fulfilling my promise to Gerry, I replied.

“Oh I won’t; I’ve thought about this day for some weeks now, and I know I’m ready.”

“Ok lass, you’re only sixteen once in your life; you might as well make the most of it.”

“Thank-you Aunty, I wasn’t looking forward to stopping in all day.”

 

“Do you like the feel of the silk cammy Adrian sorted out for you?”

“Oh yes. It feels so soft against my skin.”

“As tomorrows a special day, I’ll let you wear another one of our Audrey’s silk cammies. But I know how impatient lads can be, and I don’t like the thought of nice undies like that getting ripped, so I’ll find you out an open one.”

“Open?”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

She produced a camisole from the set of draws, it was stunning. All lace, with the prettiest of frills around the hem. And I say hem, because this was more like a long vest or what I’d call an under-slip. It was completely open underneath.

“Won't I need knickers on with it?”

“Oh no my dear, that would totally destroy the impression. And besides, we both know even if you put a pair of knickers on in the house, they'll be off as soon as you reach the barn. But if you still want something, I'm sure I'll be able to find an old pair of Audrey’s cotton ones, so it won't matter if they get ripped or lost.”

“No, if you say its ok me going out without anything on. Like you say, they might get ripped or something.”

 

I knew my mum would kill me if she knew, but she'd kill me if she'd known about any part of this conversation.

"Ok, now lets sort you out a nice sexy dress; you’re ok wearing them short?”

I could hardly say what I was thinking, ‘yes I like the way it makes men look at me’, and so I said.

“Yes. Like you said its cooler when they’re short. And it isn’t like there’s anyone but Gerry gonna see me here on the farm.”

The dress she produced was also very sexy, mainly because it was really for a girl about half my height. It was made in one long piece of material, with a hole to put your head through. Then the front and back panels joined each other at the sides starting under the arms. Held together with little lace ribbons, that tied together every six inches. They were so fiddly to do up, especially the ones under the arms. She helped me, and I was soon looking in the full length wardrobe mirror.

"Well my girl, you'll knock e'm all dead when they catch sight of you dressed like that."

It was so short even the lace frill on the hem of the camisole was showing.

 

"Are you sure I’m ok going out with so much leg showing."

"If you don’t like it, I’ll find you something else. I just thought it was more practical. If you do get chased, and you’re not looking to be caught, your legs aren’t restricted like in a skirt. But it’s also handy once you’ve let someone catch you, making it easier to climb up into the hay loft. But mainly, it’ll attract the lads, and I’m assuming that’s the main reason you’re going out tomorrow.”

I was more than a little nervous about anyone seeing so much leg, and knew if I so much as stooped or lent forwards, I would be showing all I’ve got! Then I thought, but her sons will all be out working on the fields, so it will only be my Gerry who'll see me. And if I'd backed out now, I thought it would make me appear childish, so I apprehensively went along with her choice.

“Yes, you’re right; I bet Gerry’s eyes will pop out. But you won’t tell my mum, or Gerry’s dad?”

“No lass, you’re on holiday, and what goes on down here on the farm, stops here on the farm.”

 

“Speaking of which, I’ll mix you up two potions; you’ll take one glass before you go out in the morning, and one before bed tomorrow night.”

“What’s that for?”

“We can’t have you going home with a little Adrian growing in your belly; your mom would soon be up in arms.”

I thought, 'now you know about me and Gerry, then Adrian has no hold over me, so he has no more chance than Steve of getting in between my legs. But I thought if I told her that, then she might get annoyed knowing we'd been mucking around already. So I decided to let her carry on thinking I was keen on Adrian.

“But I never said I’d let him shoot it inside me.”

“Accidents happen; better to be safe than sorry.”

“Does it work?”

“Oh yes my girl, but I’ll warrant you wouldn’t want to take it every day.”

“Why?”

“They both taste foul when you’re drinking them, and the morning one leaves your mouth tasting and smelling very similar to a fanny on heat. But the night-time one is the worst, it causes pains like period pains only more severe, and you’ll be on the chamber pot for a good hour until it’s flushed your womb clean of the day’s activities.”

“I don’t like the sound of that, and I’m not going to let anyone shoot inside me, so do I still have to take it?”

“Yes you do, I’m not having any of your shenanigans coming back to haunt me. So no medicine, no rumpy.”

“Ok, I suppose it makes sense.”

“Right get that lot off, and get yourself off to bed, the men-folk will be home soon.”

 

 

She left me to get off to bed, and I stripped naked, and was soon under the sheet. Within minutes my fingers were in my cunt, and I played with myself until I’d dropped of to sleep. The day had been so eventful, a dream was certain to happen. And it surely did. How it started I don’t know, this is often the case with dreams, but I was laid on my back, legs wide open, and Andrew (Not my boyfriend Gerry) was sucking on my nipple, my left one. I kept thinking, why doesn’t he do what Gerry had done, and go from one to the other in turn. At the same time, he was ramming his fingers up my cunt, and I was thrusting myself up towards him. Then he was ready to fuck me, I only sensed this, as he’d stopped sucking my nipple, and I’d felt him lifting under my knees to stretch me wide. Any second I was expecting his cock to open my cunt and take my virginity.

 

“Come-on Harry love. No you don’t want to do that. Come-on be a good lad now, I’ve got plenty of lovely wet fanny for you.”

It was Aunty Bette's voice!

I thought, 'What the fucking hell is she doing in my dream?'

Then I could feel his body weight lifting off me, I opened my eyes. It was pitch black so I still couldn’t tell what was happening. Gradually I could make out two shapes.

“Its ok love, he's had a bit too much beer, I think he just got in the wrong bed. I'll get him back to my bed, you just go back to sleep.”

Sleep. Who was she kidding? She'd let Uncle Harry get himself worked up by fondling me, and now she’d got him back to her bed, where he was ramming her for all he was worth. The bed was creaking and moaning, springs twanging. When he eventually cum his spunk, she was laid there moaning in ecstasy.

 

From a bedroom the other end of the landing I recognised Steve's voice.

“Thank fucking god for that, I thought you pair were gonna be at it all night.”

”Less of your cheek my lad or I’ll not let Leslie out tomorrow.”

I was busy having a little giggle at the remark that had come from the bedroom, but her reply had me thinking the only reason she was allowing me out was to let her own sons get a chance to fuck me. Now I could maybe understand why she might think I'd go with Adrian, but Steve, no way. Still thinking about the relevance of this, I drifted off to sleep again.

 

To sleep, perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub. Well that Shakespeare certainly knew his words. I slept, and I dreamt, and boy did I rub. My fingers were rubbing my clit and I was moaning. Old Harry was asleep, I could hear him snoring, but I knew that she was awake, and could hear me. I was doing it as much to annoy her as I was to excite myself. But as I say, I eventually dropped to sleep, and dreamt again. Dreams this time were mainly about having multiple lovers, like I’d mused earlier in the day. Both tits were being sucked at the same time, and someone was kissing with a tongue down my throat, while I was also being fucked.

 

Then I heard noises, and realized this had just been a dream, and I could see the old man stood by the side of his bed, scratching his balls. Now I remember, I was on the farm, and that was Harry stood there. I squinted my eyes, so I could watch him, without him knowing, and I lay motionless. He pulled at this cock, and then turned and bent down. I almost wished I hadn’t looked; his big hairy arse was nothing to turn you on. Then he pulled out from under the bed a big china potty, and he placed it on the floor in front of him, he now stood there holding his cock out, and started to pee. And he continued to pee, and pee, and pee. Was it ever going to stop? I could feel myself wanting one, and I thought if he doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to have to get out of bed. Then it dwindled to a trickle, and he gave it a couple of shakes, and pulled it a few times. That was it, now he got dressed, and disappeared downstairs.

 

I quickly got out of bed, and jumped onto the potty that I’d pulled from under my bed, and as I let it flow, the relief was wonderful. I’d been in such a hurry; I’d pulled the potty from where it was under the end of the bed, and sat straight down on it. I hadn't looked around the room, and I certainly hadn't realized Adrian had been stood by the other side of my bed, meaning he was now stood directly behind me! The pee had only just started to flow, and I’d just breathed out, when I felt a hand under my cunt, and at the same time another one wrapped around my breast, cupping one of my tits. I momentarily stopped peeing. And spun my head.

 

It was Adrian, and for some unknown reason, I felt a sigh of relief, and relaxed. Why do I feel so comfortable and sexually aroused by this man? Anyway, it was pointless trying to get up, or fight him off. My pee started to flow again, and he fingered me all the time. As soon as I’d stopped, he put his fingers to his mouth.

 

“No Adrian. Please don’t do that. That’s horrible.”

”Don’t be silly. Your wee is like wine. I can’t wait to have you sitting above me, and pissing into my mouth.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“I not only would, but I will. Come-on get off that potty, I’ll show you.”

I got to my feet, and stood naked in front of him, and I have no idea why, but I didn’t feel embarrassed at all. But then he picked up the potty, and put the rim to his mouth.

“No please. Don’t.”

He held it back down.

“OK, if I don’t drink it can I fuck you?”

“No.”

“If I DO drink it, can I?”

“No. I’m saving myself for Gerry. I promised him he’d be my first lover.”

 

“So does that mean you’re going out today?”

“Yes.”

“Has mom told you what that means?”

“Yes, she said maybe you were right about me being old enough to decide for myself.”

"I knew you were a hot piece of fanny when I caught you and Gerry in the stable yesterday. And then the way you took to wanking my cock, just confirmed it. I bet you and Gerry are going to sneak back up into the loft in the stables?”

“Yes how did you know?”

“It’s a pretty obvious place. You know I’m going to fuck you as well, don’t you?”

At this point it suddenly came back to me; his mum knows about Gerry and me, so I no longer need to do what this man tells me. But I thought I’d bide my time before pointing this out to him.

“I’d already got the idea that you’d try.”

 

“No, it won’t be a case of just trying. I'm supposed to be gathering wood down at the Hazel copse, and my dad will be watching me while he's ploughing the upper fields. So although he’d know if nobody was working there, so long as there is someone down there, he won't know who it is. I’ve told Gerry to be down at the Hazel copse for ten O’clock, that way; it'll give me a chance to get back up here to fuck you.”

The fact he’d arranged something like that with Gerry’s agreement stunned me for a second.

“You mean Gerry knows you’re coming back to fuck me?”

“Well I haven’t put it into words, but he knows I’m not coming back to wash the dishes.”

“And he’s agreed?”

“He had no choice, and neither have you. Unless that is, you want me to tell mom what you and him are up to?”

Then I played my trump card.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, your mum knows I’m gonna let Gerry make love to me!”

I said smugly,

“She’s even going to give me some stuff to stop me getting pregnant.”

 

“If that’s true, then why would Gerry agree?”

“He doesn’t know yet, your mum told me after he’d gone up to bed.”

“So it changes nothing, he’ll do as he’s told to save you getting into trouble, and you won’t tell him any different to save him from getting a beating.”

“What do you mean a beating?”

“Don’t look so surprised. Surely you knew from yesterday that I’d stop at nothing to fuck you today. And don’t tell me you don’t want it, because that fanny of yours is begging for it.”

“Please, don’t hurt Gerry.”

“That my girl is in your hands; do as you’re told, and we all get what we want. Anyway, I’m letting Gerry take first bite at it, so you should both be grateful.”

“I think you’re bluffing, you wouldn’t dare hit Gerry.”

“What that pip-squeak, I could crush him with my little finger.”

“But you’re scared of your dad, and he’d come down on you like a ton of bricks if you bullied Gerry like that.”

“Don’t be so silly, I'd make it look like he’d had an accident, they happen all the time on the farm with all this dangerous machinery about.”

 

“You wouldn’t?”

“I not only would, but if anything stops your Gerry getting down to the copse by ten, then, I will.”

“So you’re saying that Gerry has only got until ten, then you’re coming back to take over, and I have no say in the matter?”

“That’s about summed it up. And make no mistake, his help or not, I’m coming back, and willing or not, you're gonna get fucked.”

“But I’ve never done it before; I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it a second time straight away, I might need a little time to recover.”

“If Gerry has anything about him, he should be able to fuck you at least three times before he’s all fucked-out. But you; you’ll see him and me off, and then still want more.”

“Don’t say things like that. The way you talk anyone would think I was a tart or something.”

“Don’t be so sensitive, nobody is calling you a tart, but you can’t hide the fact that one touch, and your fanny gets wetter than our bulls nose.”

Even in the midst of all these threats, a picture of that bull in the pen with its big nostrils dripping and steaming came to mind, and I couldn’t help grinning. Adrian could see my smirk, and he said.

“That was funny wasn’t it?”

And at that we both started laughing; maybe it was a release of tension, cos I was nervous as hell.

 

“Come-on love, it isn’t that bad, you know you want a good fucking, and that really is all that’s gonna happen. So get yourself up and dressed, and before I go off to the spinney, I’ll show you both a more secret place to bed down. But we don’t want to be seen going out there together, so you and Gerry meet me in the old brick house next to the stable.”

I by now had reluctantly resigned myself to complying with his demands, but only to protect my Gerry.

“Is that the one where the bull enclosure is?”

“That’s the one. Now you get dressed, and get Gerry out there by eight, or I’ll get slaughtered by dad if I’m not down at that copse.”

“Ok see you later.”

 

I put on the camisole and dress, and it took for ever to tie the ribbons. I walked down the stairs, stood outside the kitchen door, took a deep breath, and then walked into where everybody else was already seated at the table. All eyes fixed themselves in my direction, and then old Harry spoke.

“My God! She looks stunning. You’ve obviously decided you’re going out today? Well the local lads are going to be swarming round you like bees on a jam-pot. I’ll tell you what Gerry my lad, if she was my girl I’d keep her locked in the cupboard under the stairs all day.”

“Now Harry, that's up to Leslie to decide, and if Gerry doesn't like it, that's his problem. It’s her sixteenth birthday, and she'll not get another one. Anyway aren’t you forgetting what day you met me on?”

This was beginning to unnerve me a bit, it was as if they were expecting every boy in the neighbourhood to be milling around the farm chatting me up.

 

After breakfast Harry and his sons all left the house to start their days work. Once they'd gone, I said to Gerry.

“Are you ready to go out?”

“Ready and willing,” came his swift reply. Then he turned to Aunty.

“Ok Aunty Bette, we’re off out, see you about dinner-time.”

“You carry on Gerry lad, I just want a quick word with Leslie on her own, she’ll catch-up with you in a minute.”

Once he'd left, she called me to the welsh dresser, and handed me a glass. The liquid in it looked milky, but very thick, almost like cream. It tasted foul, but she kept putting it back to my mouth until I’d drunk every drop.

“Ok lass, I want an honest answer, are you really a virgin?”

I blushed as I answered.

“Yes Honest.”

“Remember how I told you it wasn’t wise to wear delicate undies out there today; because the lads will be in a rush to get at your fanny, well for the same reason, you’ll be needing some of this.”

She had dipped her fingers into a jar of Vaseline (Petroleum Jelly), and she was holding her fingers out to show me.

I again blushed as I realised she meant I needed it rubbing into my cunt.

“Come-on, open your legs, this’ll make the first fuck go easier. They’ll not have time to get you aroused before they take their pleasure.”

I opened up my legs, and she proceeded to work the fingers all around, not only my cunt, but even up into the crevice of my bottom. I’m ashamed to admit, as she was working around the front of my slit, I started to get aroused. But as soon as she saw the expression on my face changing, she pulled her hand away and said.

“Bloody hell, Adrian was right; you are ripe. Much more of that and the dogs will be mounting you before you get across the yard.”

 

She went to the sink, and as she started to wash her hands, I asked.

“Can I go now?”

“Your eager, just give me a minute to dry-up here, I’ve a question for you before you go out.”

She picked up the towel and walk back to where I stood.

“Now before you go outdoors, I’ll ask you once more; are you sure about loosing your virginity?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“And once your Gerry has had his fill, you know both Adrian and Steve will take turns with you.”

I knew Adrian was going to come back from the fields to fuck me, and she thought I fancied him anyway, so I replied.

“I’ll let Adrian make love to me, but I’m not going to let Steve.”

 

“Ha ha.”

She began to laugh.

“This I’ve got to see.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you don’t think you can out run him, or fight him off once he’s caught you?”

“No, but I don’t fancy him.”

“Fancy him? I thought you said you understood? Once you go out there you don’t get to pick and choose who can and who can’t fuck you.”

I was totally confused and I guess it showed in the look on my face.

“What do you mean?”

“I explained last night. If you go outside on your sixteenth, all the lads, and that includes men as well if they’re agile enough to catch you, can have their way with you, and you can't refuse any of them.”

“I thought...”

“Never mind what you thought, my girl. It looks like it’s a good job I did double check. Let me explain again so there’s no mistake. By going out today you’re joining the hunt, but not as a hunter, you're the Quarry. The local lads call it hunt the cunt, any man who catches you has the right to a fuck. So until mid-night comes, you are in season. Obviously it’s now frowned upon by some people, and its maybe not truly legal. But in this area it’s as good as law, and the local bobby would laugh at you if you went to him and said someone had fucked you today. That’s why I dressed you like that, and dosed you up with potion. If you go out now, I won’t expect to see you again before mid-night. And when you arrive home, I'll be expecting your belly to be full of spunk.”

 

“Don’t look so shocked, you told me you knew the lads would be chasing you, and you found that flattering.”

“But I never realised.”

“Well now you do know, are you stopping in?”

“I I think I will.”

“It’s your choice, but don’t think I’ll let Gerry get his oats if you’re going to starve my Steve.”

“Starve Steve, what do you mean?”

“Well I guess Adrian will make sure he catches you some time during next week when I’m not around, and as you’ve taken a shine to him, I guess he’ll do the honours regarding your virginity. And like as not, he’ll make sure you get satisfied regular. But judging by your behaviour yesterday, I guess you’ll cry rape if poor old Steve tries the same. So as far as I’m concerned, I’ll watch Gerry like a hawk, and he’ll not get so much as a feel of your tits while you’re here on my farm.”

“But I daren’t go out, knowing every man in the local district can rape me, and I have no protection.”

 

“Well stop in then; but think about it, there is only Gerry, old Harry, and my boys who know you’re in season. Gerry and Adrian are already on your list. Harry will try, but unless you’re in a generous mood, there’s no way he’ll catch you. And poor Andrew, bless his heart, wouldn’t hurt a fly; so unless you actually took him by the hand and asked him, he’ll not touch you. So by my reckoning, Steve is the only one not on your list. And for the life of me I can't see what he’s done to rile you.”

“What, you don’t think trying to rape me yesterday was wrong?”

 

“Wrong, yes. But understandable if you know about men.”

“Know about men, I’ve never known any other man to behave like that.”

“So you’ve spread your legs and flashed your naked wet fanny at other men, and they’ve just shook hands like perfect gentlemen, not attempting to touch you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Well look at it from his point of view, he’s a normal healthy, good-looking man, and his first impression of you was a ripe cherry, unbuttoning her dress, to reveal her wet fanny while you washed his dads back. Then you brazenly watched as he undressed until he’d sat down in the bath. Then when he asked you to wash his hair, you walked across to him, spread your legs directly in front of his face, this time not only letting him see your goodies, but at that distance I guess he could smell and almost taste you. All this, even though you could see you’d aroused him and he was ready for action. It was obvious to him Adrian had already been playing with your fanny, and as soon as he tried the same you rubbed shampoo in his eyes, knowing I’d told you it was his phobia. I’m not one bit surprised he decided to give you a fucking, no court in the land would call that rape; you led him on all the way.”

 

I’d slumped down into a kitchen chair, and as she re-told last nights events from Steve’s point of view; I began to think maybe I was partly to blame, or if not me, then her, for telling me to do those things. But Steve would just have thought that I was a slut, and I was teasing him.

“What’s up, cat got your tongue?”

“No, I was just thinking. I don’t know what to do.”

“I went out on my sixteenth, only in my case, all the local lads knew my age. After seventy-five, I lost count of the number of times I was had. But I fucked old and young alike. One old man was sixty-five, and I had to ride myself on top of him. His cock was nothing to write home about, but the smile on his face made it all worthwhile. His wife had died ten years before, and that was his first fuck for fifteen years. Don’t tell a soul, but when he died two years later, I got five thousand pounds from his will. Not even his own children knew about that, they thought he’d died penniless. But back to you, make your mind up, if you go out now, I’d expect Gerry, Adrian and Steve to be taking turns all day. And if he gets the chance, old Harry will try. Like I said, Andrew will only touch you if you ask him. So unless you start broadcasting your age, by my reckoning, you’ll have a very gentle breaking-in.”

 

I knew Gerry would be distraught if he didn’t get chance to fuck me while we were here. And then there was Adrian; regardless of going out today, I believed he would carry out his threat to hurt Gerry, if I didn’t let him fuck me. So I could be in a situation where Adrian had not only taken my virginity, but was, as she put it, satisfying me regularly. And if Steve found out, he’d probably use the same threat to get his share. That would leave my Gerry as the one who was being left-out. It looked more and more like going out was my only option.

“Ok, I’ll go out.”

“Right remember, don’t let anyone know it’s your birthday. Unless that is, you find you like being fucked, and Gerry plus my four men folk aren’t man enough to satisfy your craving. But be warned, once you let the genie out of the bottle, you can’t put him back. If the news gets out, they’ll come from miles around, it isn’t like my day, these days, they’ve got phones to pass around the information, and cars and motorbikes to get here. So where as I had maybe nearly a hundred, you’ll have them queuing up and as one finishes, and other will be mounting you.”

 

“Don’t worry Aunty, I wont tell a soul.”

So off I went, and as soon as I got outside, I could feel the breeze blowing around my crotch. Not that it was cold, just it felt strange, I can never remember being outside without something covering my crotch before. I trotted briskly across the yard, and into the brick house, where Gerry was waiting.

“Where the fuck have you been, what took you so long?”

“Sorry your Aunty just wanted some help with something.”

“What?”

“Nothing you’d want to know about, just women’s problems.”

“Ok, if you’re not gonna tell me.”

As He took my hand and led me through the building, he continued.

“Anyway, you wait till I show you this, it’ll really impress you. Have you noticed how low the roof is in this brick house?”

“Not really.”

“Well if you look from outside, the roof is as tall as the stable next door. So this is not the full height of the building, there’s a loft in here like in the stable. But this loft runs the whole length of the building.”

”So?”

 

By now we’d reached the wall of the bull enclosure, and the bull sensing we were there charged against the gate.

“CRASH.”

The gate rattled on it hinges, and both Gerry and I leapt backwards. Gerry stepped across to the wall and picked up an old pole that had been leaning against it. He brought it across to where I stood at the edge of the enclosure, and with a big smile on his face said.

“Just move to one side and watch this.”

He used his hand to usher me to one side, then he reached up with the pole he’d picked up, and poked through a hole in the roof timbers about halfway across the bull pen. We heard a whining noise, and a concealed trap door lowered from the roof. This stopped when it was leaning down at an angle towards the floor. Then another noise started, and a ladder started lowering itself down towards us. It hit the ground about two feet outside the bull enclosure.

“Clever or what? Go on, I’ll follow you, but be careful, and hold on tight to the side rails. You don’t want to fall in there with that fucking bull.”

 

I nervously climbed the ladder, and within a few steps I got a gasp of breath from Gerry.

“God Leslie! You’ve got no knickers on!”

“Are you complaining?”

He never answered; I assumed the noise the bull was making must have drowned out my reply. Before I’d climbed off the top of the ladder, Gerry was making his way rapidly up the steps to join me. As soon as he’d stepped from the ladder onto the attic floor, Gerry hit the up button on the wall and the ladder began to rise again. As the ladder stopped, the trap door closed, and we were alone in our little haven. This was a massive area, and it had been used for this kind of thing before. We could tell this because of the old mattress on the floor over to one side. It was in a filthy condition, but at least it was somewhere soft to lie down. Up here there was no chance of anyone finding us, unless they knew of this secret hiding place.

 

I took off my dress, and hung it on an old nail, then removed my cammy. Gerry was stripping off as well. We didn’t need to rush, we had plenty of time, and I wanted this to be good. We walked together, and wrapped our arms around each other. We kissed, and then he walked me backwards to the mattress. He lowered me down, and then stood back up at the end of the mattress. He stood looking down at me, and I slowly opened my legs wide. He knelt down, placed his mouth to mine, we kissed, and our tongues mingled. There was a sweet scent of apple blossom in the air, and a soft hint of music drifted on the breeze.

HANG ON A MINUTE.

It wasn’t like that at all! No that was how I’d wanted my first time to be.

 

Oh I remember, he hit the button to raise the ladder, grabbed hold of my wrist, and about dragged me to this old mattress, where he pushed me down. Within seconds his jeans and pants were off, and he was forcing his cock at my hole. It was a good job that Aunty had rubbed all that Vaseline on my cunt, so even though he hadn't attempted to aroused to me, it still went up without too much force. There wasn’t any ripping sensation, like virgins are supposed to feel, but I guess I’d been fingered that many times, that what ever was going to rip, had already gone.

 

Now I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy his thrusting away at me, but I did feel disappointed he hadn’t at least given me a kiss. I was just getting over my initial reluctance, and starting to get into the swing of things. My cunt must have started making fresh juices, and my hips started lifting to meet his thrusting. Then I realized he was pulling out.

“No fuck me more.”

But out he pulled, and he knelt there wanking the cum from his cock. It spurted out, and landed all over my tummy. I wanted to tell him to shoot it up inside me, but then I'd have to explain that Aunty knew about us, so instead, I kept quiet.

 

I sat myself up and using my fore finger, I collected it up and licked my finger clean.

“Err! What do you think your doing?”

“Drinking your cum.”

I replied still scooping it up and licking my fingers.

“That looks horrible.”

“Well it tastes lovely, so come here and let me suck your cock.”

I went forward toward him, but he recoiled away.

“Hey! That’s not fair. I let you fuck me; the least you can do is let me lick all that lovely spunk off your cock.”

“Leslie. I’ve never seen you behaving like this before.”

“Well you started it. You said I was old enough to fuck.”

I grabbed around his waist, and pulled him to me. I started licking all the cum from around his cock, then I put it in my mouth, and started sucking it.

 

“Oh god Leslie. That feels good.”

He was now getting stiff again, and in no time at all had a usable erection. I just lay back on the mattress, and he got back on top of me. This time I was more aroused, and I rode back at his every thrust. I don’t think his cock had grown larger, but it did feel as though it was doing more for me now. Maybe because I was relaxed and wanting him. This fuck took at least three times as long as his first attempt, but although I was enjoying the sensation, there was no big explosion of fireworks, or sensation of rockets taking off. He pulled out as he’d done last time, but this time I was ready. I dashed to his cock, and got my lips around it, letting him wank his warm spunk into my mouth.

 

Once I’d finished licking his cock clean, he lay back on the mattress. I got on my hands and knees, and was about to put his cock back in my mouth to revive him again.

“Hang on a minute Leslie. Don’t start yet. Come and have a cuddle.”

I know I like having a cuddle, but right now I wanted fucking again (perhaps Adrian's prediction about me was right). I did as he’d asked, and lay alongside him. His arm was wrapped around me, and he kissed me.

"Err fucking hell. Your mouth tastes like raw fish!"

I couldn't tell him it was the potion Aunty had given me, so I replied.

"It’s your spunk, I think it tastes lovely."

 

“Well rather you than me, and if your gonna lick my cum again, you can forget kissing."

"Sorry, I won't do it again."

Then I tried to change the subject.

"Did you enjoy your first fuck?"

"Fucking yes, it was fucking great. Did you like it?”

“Yes, course I did. You were great, and so is this cock of yours.”

At that point I reached down and took hold of his cock.

 

“No Leslie, just give me a few minutes. Haven't you had enough yet? I've fucked you twice.”

“Course it was enough. I just thought being as you’ve been on about it for so long, that maybe you’d want to keep fucking until its time for you to go for Adrian. We've only got until Ten O'clock.”

“Steady on there Leslie. I can’t keep fucking you for two hours! In any-case, you don’t want to have it too many times.”

“Why are you getting bored with it already?”

“No, but when I go down to see Adrian, you know he plans to come back here to find you?”

“I know, all the more reason you should do me as many times as you want before you go for him.”

“But he said he’s gonna fuck you when he comes back.”

 

I know it’s wicked, but even though I already knew this, I taunted Gerry pretending it had come as a surprise.

“Fuck me? I never agreed to that.”

“But I thought you realised, he says if I don’t go and take his place, and you don’t let him, he’ll blow the whistle on us, then we’ll really be in trouble.”

“So you agreed?”

“I had no choice.”

“You could have told him to get lost, and then waited until we got back home.”

He dropped his head in shame.

“Sorry, I never thought. But anyway, he’d have told about finding us up in the stable yesterday.”

“Yes, you’re right. Well in that case I guess I’ll just have to lay back and let him fuck me.”

“I’m sorry; I’d stop him if I could.”

“Don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll be alright.”

 

“So is it better if I don’t fuck you again, so you’re not too worn out when Adrian gets here?”

Little did he know, but I was now just about at the point that Adrian had got me to yesterday with his tit fuck. I’d had my starter, and was ready for the main course. But I couldn’t tell him that, so I just said.

“That’s kind of you to think about me, but if you want another go at me, I don’t mind sucking your cock, and I promise I won’t ask you to kiss me afterwards?”

 

“Well ok, I liked the cock sucking. You can do that again, but I’m not sure if it will get hard enough for me to fuck you.”

I thought, ‘it’ll get fucking hard, if it the last thing I do.’ I knelt on all fours, and got astride him, putting my cunt to his face. I took his cock in my hands as I rested on my elbows. As I gently stretched his limp cock, I sucked his balls.

“God Leslie!”

Ok I knew this was going to work, his cock firmed up, and I started sucking on it. It took only seconds before he was hard enough for me to mount. I turned around, still on all fours, still astride him, but now facing the other way. Lowered myself onto his cock, and took over the action. This was good; I now controlled the speed and length of stroke. I could sit hard down onto him, pushing it up me deep, then rapidly up and down getting a real shiver going on in my cunt. He lasted for ages which was nice, but never really got me to fever pitch, and then eventually he said.

“Quick get off, I’m cuming.”

I lifted off, and got my mouth around his shaft while I jerked the few drops from his cock. It went limp almost instantly and he looked like he had run a marathon. I on the other hand still hadn’t had anything that resembled an orgasm, or at least I didn’t think I had.

 

We lay together cuddling for about ten minutes, but he kept his mouth away from mine, and then he asked.

“Are you ok, shall we get up and go for a walk?”

What I really wanted was another fuck, but it was obvious he wasn’t able to give me one. By now I knew Adrian had been right about me all the time.  So reluctantly I said,

"Ok."

I got up, cleaned myself down, and straightened my dressed.

“Hey, I do like that dress, it so sexy the way your underskirt is showing. I’m surprised Aunty let you wear one that short, I bet your mum wouldn’t.”

“Are you kidding, she’d have kittens is she could see me now.”

 

“Are you about ready, we can go and see how Steve is getting on repairing the muck spreader.”

I wasn’t too sure about this, knowing Steve had plans to fuck me.

“Didn’t Adrian say I should wait up here for him?”

“Its only 9:00 you’ll have an hour to wait. You might as well come with me to talk to Steve. Then when I go for Adrian, you can come back here and be waiting for him; you should be able to work the trapdoor by yourself.”

“Ok.”

I wasn’t to sure, but Steve could hardly rape me in-front of Gerry, so I guessed it would be ok.

 

As we walked into the workshop doors, Steve looked across, and put down the spanner he was holding. He picked up a rag, and was wiping his hands as he climbed down from this big machine.

“Are, so there you are. I was just thinking about coming to look for you.”

“We’ve just been looking around the farm. What did you want me for?”

“Well it wasn’t you I was wanting; it was Leslie I was coming to look for. I guess you've about fucked yourself out by now?”

Gerry was almost stuck for words.

“What. What do you mean?”

“Well I assume she’s let you have your go first, and that you’ve had enough, otherwise you’d still be banging away at her. So if you finished, I might as well have my go.”

 

With that he took hold of my wrist, and dragged me across the workshop to where there was a pile of old sacks on the floor. Gerry was following on behind, hitting him on his back and shouting at him. But it might as well have been a fly irritating him for all the notice he took.

“Leave her alone. Let go of her. If you don’t let go I’ll call Aunty Bette.”

He’d now flung me onto my back, and was undoing his belt.

“Go and get her if you want, she can watch me spreading your little girl’s twat wide open.”

As His pants dropped to the ground, and he lowered himself onto me, I could see his cock was hard and standing proud. No push was necessary, my wet cunt opened as his cock touched it, and I felt my inside stretch as he entered. It was not only thick, which spread my lips wider than they’d ever been, but it kept going on in. I wondered if it was ever going to stop. I’d seen its length yesterday; it was like Adrian’s, about 10 inches. But it felt like it must be at least a foot.

 

Then his body weight fell onto me like a ton of bricks, and he lay still like he was dead.

“Come-on quick. Before he comes around.”

Gerry was tugging at my arm. I wriggled myself free from under his body, and Gerry pulled me to my feet.

“What happened?”

“I hit the bastard.”

Said Gerry, shaking nervously, he had a big long metal bar in his hand.

“Oh god you might have killed him.”

”Fucking serves him right. Come-on lets get out of here before he comes around.”

 

We both took to our heels and run, across the yard, to the brick house. We were soon huddled up together on the mattress, both shaking and scared to death. He I think was scared because he’d hit Steve, and didn’t know what to do. I think he thought I was scared because I’d almost been raped. But in truth, I was wishing Gerry had just gone for a walk and left him to give me what my body was longing for. Now I was scared for what he might do to Gerry, I didn’t want to see him hurt.

“Did he get it in you?”

“No. but he would have. You were ever-so brave. But it isn’t safe for you around here until Adrian comes back. Why don’t you go and find Adrian now?”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Well if he catches us, you just run. I know he’ll fuck me, but Adrian is gonna do that anyway, so it’s stupid you getting beat-up for nothing.”

“What you’ll let him fuck you?”

“We have no way of stopping him. He’ll do that no matter what you do to him, and the last thing I want is to see you hurt.”

 

We were silenced by the noise of the outside door opening, and then banging shut. We listened, but the noise of the bull below stopped us hearing if there was any footsteps.

“Clunk! Whine.”

The trap door was opening, and Adrian had said it can’t be stopped until it’s reached the floor below, and completed its cycle. But surely it’s only Adrian that knows about it. We waited with baited breath, not daring to go to the top of the ladder. We saw the ladder clunk to a standstill, and Gerry dashed to the switch on the wall to retract it back up. Nothing happened, it must be able to detect someone is climbing it. Gerry stood bravely by the open trapdoor.

 

“Get back Steve or I’ll kick you.”

There was no reply, and the first sight I got of him was his hand catching Gerry’s foot as Gerry had tried to kick him down the ladder. But Steve was so much bigger than Gerry. He caught hold of his foot, and yanked it upwards as he climbed the ladder. Tipping Gerry over backwards on the floor. Then as he got off the ladder onto the floor, he swung Gerry around by his foot, and launched him across the loft floor. Gerry had landed some 20 feet away, as he’d crashed into a wall.

 

Steve looked at me.

“Right you. Now we’re up here we won’t be disturbed, so this time you can get those clothes off.”

Then he turned towards Gerry who was valiantly making another dash to attack him. He just grabbed hold of his outstretched hand as he came charging in, picked him up in the air and swung him over the loft hatch, where he dangled him to the side of the ladder. The bull below was going silly, snorting and stamping about. Gerry must have been scared out of his wits, I know I was. Then he lifted Gerry up and placed his feet on the ladder.

“Right you little squirt. Fuck-off and have a wank. If I see you anywhere near here again, I’ll drop you in with the bull, and that’ll be the last anyone sees of you.”

“You bastard. You’re not getting away with this. I’m gonna tell Adrian.”

And with that Gerry disappeared down the ladder and was gone. Steve now pressed the up button, and the ladder whined its way back up.

 

He turned to me.

“Clothes.”

I stood up and started pulling at the little bows that held my dress down either side, and then I lifted it off. He was undressing at the same time, but now his cock wasn’t standing hard as it had been before. It was more like I’d seen yesterday before he’d got into his bath, poking out in front of him in a long droopy bend. Even in this condition, it was a great deal bigger than Gerry’s had been when it was hard.

 

“Ok there’s two ways this can go. We haven’t got off to a very good start so far, but it’s up to you if you want to play awkward.”

I’d removed my cammy, so I was stood there naked. One hand covering my little hairy mound, and one trying to cover as much of my tits as possible.

“Well? I’m waiting for an answer.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Are you going to be a good girl, and have a good time, or be awkward, in which case I'll abuse you without mercy?”

“I’ve done as you told me to.”

And at that I dropped my hands from my body, and opened my arms with palms facing him, in a gesture of submission.

“I’m naked, and you know I can’t stop you.”

 

“Ok if you’re gonna be awkward, I’ll be Mr Nasty.”

“I’m not being awkward. I told you, I’ve got undressed like you told me to.”

“That’s not what I mean. This is your last chance. Either you start showing me you want fucking, or I’ll fuck you senseless and chuck you out in the yard for the dogs to finish off.”

“Please Steve just tell me what you want me to do for you?”

“I’m not going to tell you to do anything; you just get on with it, and make sure you do it good.”

 

This was difficult, I was a complete novice at this game, and there was still a high level of tension between us. But if I didn’t come on to him, I knew it would be worse. I walked to him, and knelt at his feet, taking hold of his cock. This gave an instant jerk, and as I wrapped both of my hands on his shaft, I felt the blood pumping in and inflating this dozing monster. In seconds I had an enormous hard shaft pulsing in my hands, and it stood so erect. I licked at his balls, and worked my way up to the bottom of his mighty shaft. Then as I started to lap my tongue up its length.

 

“Ok girl. You’ve got me convinced. Come-on, let’s fuck.”

He’d put his hands under my arm pits, and eased me to my feet, and then with an arm around my shoulder, he walked me to the mattress. He turned me around to face him and lowered me down on my back. I opened my legs wide, and he knelt in between my knees. I expected him to ram straight up me, but instead, he looked me in the face. I waited for him to speak, but after a few second of deafening silence, I realized he was waiting for me.

“Fuck me. Please Steve will you fuck me?”

“Now you’re getting the hang of how this should go.”

 

He put his cock up to my cunt, and as my cunt had done before when they last met, it opened, and the big monster slid in as though this was its rightful home.

“Oh yes! Oh Steve. More please. More.”

It was like last time sliding slowly up inside me, stretching my tummy as it went.

“You like it?”

“Oh Steve fuck me. I love it.”

I felt his hairy mound making contact with mine, and I knew that was his full length. Boy was this good. Just this one thrust had given me more of a thrill than all Gerry’s pumping. Now Steve was drawing it in and out, not always going full depth, and not always coming fully out. But the length of his stroke was magnificent. My cunt was stretching around his shaft so tight; I could feel the pulsing of blood inside it. When Gerry had fucked me I knew I'd wanted something more, but I had no idea what. Well now I knew what it was I’d been longing for and this man was giving it to me. Every thrust not only gave me a ripple of excitement, but every ripple was more intense than the last.

 

Then before I knew what was happening, his cock rammed me with a violent jerk. At first I thought he was being rough, and wondered what I’d done to make him angry. But then I felt a warm glow deep in my cunt, and as he jerked hard up me again, I knew he was shooting his spunk inside me. My first instinct was to try to get him off. But even if I tried, I wouldn’t have been strong enough. And in trying, I’d have made him angry, and then I remembered, Aunties potion, he could pump all he wanted. I relaxed, basking in the warm glow as he pumped his last jerky thrusts of spunk deep up inside me, and I felt a wonderful feeling of love. That sounds silly, but it’s the only way I can describe it.

 

We lay still, his big cock still throbbing inside me, gradually I felt it shrinking, but it was still long enough to stay in the end of my hole all warm and comforting.

“That was good. You are certainly a fucking ripe cherry.”

“You were wonderful. Can I ask you for something?”

“You can ask, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you?”

“Please can I suck your cock?”

“Fucking yes. Jesus girl, if you keep this up, I’ll forget all about your Gerry clobbering me with that iron bar, and I’ll let bygones be bygones.”

 

With that he pulled out, and was kneeling astride my chest, his cock dangling into my mouth. I sucked and licked along its soft wrinkled flesh, the taste was not only his cum, but for the first time it was mingled with my cunt juice. I now knew enough to expect his cock would start getting hard again, and I wasn’t disappointed. With him leaning over my face, it made it difficult to bend it down towards my mouth as it hardened, and lifted to his body.

 

“Are you ready to fuck me again yet? Please.”

“You're keen! On your hands and knees, we’ll see how you like it doggy style.”

I did as he asked, and he was up behind and mounting me. This second time was every bit as good as the last. I had wondered if it was so good last time because it was the first time my cunt had been stretched open that much. But no, it was just my cunt likes being stretched. And that was what he was about, he was ramming me hard from behind, and as I looked back under me, his balls and my tits were both hanging down, and slapping back and forwards with the thrusting.

“Do you like it this way?”

“I love it. I love it any way you do it to me. Fuck me harder. Oh yes more. Please more.”

 

You might think I was saying these things just to please him and keep him sweet. And maybe at first that was what gave me the courage to be so brazen. But now I’d got used to acting this way, I was actually serious, and wanting him more and more. The comments were having a marked effect on him, his already big ego was now gigantic, and his performance was boosted as a result. I’m sure his cock was getting bigger, or was something happening to me. There was some kind of intense fire building deep in my cunt. As every stroke pushed his bell-end deep inside me, my cunt was being stretched around it. It was gripping hold of his cock that tightly, every withdrawal stroke; felt like he was drawing my inside with it.

 

The feelings were building to a crescendo, and as he let go his second load of cum, something strange happened inside my cunt. I felt it opening and closing in spasms. Every time it opened there was a flood of warm juice flowing down my legs from my cunt. I thought he was pumping so much cum into me it was spilling out. Then as he pulled out, and gently rolled me over onto the mattress, I realized I was still pumping my hips, and could not stop. I was beginning to feel embarrassed, as Steve was sat at my side just looking on. When I did regain control, I sat up, only to find a large wet area under my cunt. The mattress was soaked.

 

I felt so embarrassed, not knowing if I’d wet myself, or what had happened.

“I’m sorry Steve. I’ll clean it up. I don’t know what happened to me.”

“Sorry! You have to be kidding me. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. And as for that little fanny spray, well I can tell you. A girl who gets a real orgasm is rare. But genuine gushers like you are as rare as rocking horse shit. Come-on then if you’ve come down to earth again, you might as well get my cock sucked clean. Then as soon as I’m hard, I’ll have another go at you.”

I didn’t reply, but thought, ‘yes this is more like it,’ him wanting to fuck me again, not me having to ask for it like I did with Gerry.

 

But why didn’t I care who was fucking me? Gerry was after all supposed to be my boyfriend. I couldn’t explain it, other than I had no choice, so I was just making the best of a bad job. But I felt so guilty for enjoying it.

 

All that said, I was back to sucking at his cock, and it was firming up again. And as it firmed, my tummy gave a knowing tingle. I was starting to wet-up for him before he’d even touched me! Even with all this guilt, I was fondling his ball sack and taking his cock right to the back of my mouth. Now as it firmed, I wanted nothing else but him to fuck me. I momentarily pulled my mouth from around his cock.

 

“Will you fuck me again?”

He put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed me back onto his cock.

“If you want me to fuck you again, then I want you to try to get my cock into your throat.”

I’d never heard of this before, but in truth I’d never heard of anything much apart from fucking. His cock was that fat, I didn’t know if it was possible to do what he was asking. He let me off his cock.

“Well are you going to try?”

“Is it possible? Won’t it choke me?”

“Other girls do it. Hang-on, I’ve got some cunt books over here.”

 

He got up and returned with some magazines which he threw down onto the mattress, and he started thumbing through one. He quickly threw that to one side, and picked-up another.

“There, look at that.”

He was holding it open and showing me a page of pictures of a woman taking a man’s cock, and it disappearing out of sight into her mouth. It was longer than she’d get in just her mouth, it must have been going down into her throat. I looked in almost disbelief.

“Well?”

“Ok, but just go careful, and don’t hold me on if I can’t breathe.”

“What do you think I am? I’m not about to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. Now I’ve got a girl that fucks like you, I’d be silly to choke you.”

 

He lay on his back, and got me to get on all fours facing down his body, so that my cunt was over his face. I took hold of his cock, which had gone limp again. I felt him pulling my hips down towards his mouth, and as I touched his cock, it firmed instantly. I opened my mouth, and it slid inside, and reached the back of my mouth. My first instinct was to gag on it, but I’d taken a big deep breath, and I made a conscious effort, pushing my head down. As I felt it going into my throat, I just kept the pressure on. It kept going, and I felt his balls against my nose! I’d taken it all! I pulled my head back, and it slid back out. As it cleared my windpipe, I couldn’t stop myself spitting it out. I started coughing, and it took some seconds before I got my breath properly.

 

“Are you ok?”

“I’ll be ok. Give me a second.”

A few deep breaths later.

“Ok. I’m ok now. But I did it.”

“Too bloody right you did. You were great. Which way do you want fucking?”

“I’ll try taking your cock in my throat again if you want?”

“Fucking yes. Go-on girl.”

 

I went down again, took my deep breath, and slid it in. This time I knew what to expect, and I not only took it, but pushed up and down twice before coming back off it. I lifted off, took a breath, and went back down. This I kept doing, each time it got easier, and I’d go down more times. I was really getting turned on by this, well this and his licking my cunt. How long we were going at it I had no idea, but I felt him taking hold of my head. I lifted off thinking he was ready to fuck. He pushed me gently back down.

“No don’t stop, I’m going to cum.”

I took a deep breath, and as I went down again, I felt him pushing hard on the back of my head. It was too deep to taste it, but I felt it splashing in the back of my throat, all warm. He pushed me up and down several times until he’d stopped cuming. By the time I’d got free of his hands, I was gasping. The cum was not only too deep to taste, but there was no choking sensation.

 

He pulled me around and turned me over, and held me so tight.

“You’re fucking amazing.”

“Was that right?”

“Right? Are you kidding me? You’ve just about fucked me dry.”

“What you’re not going to be able to fuck me again?”

“Yes of-course I will, but you’ll have to just give me a minute.”

I thought, ‘these men all talk big, but they don’t have the staying power.’

I'd lay there with him for about five minutes, and was just thinking about asking if he was ready for me to start working him up again, when the silence was broken.

 

“Clunk! Whine.”

Someone was coming up. Steve didn’t seem bothered. I thought it must be Gerry with Adrian. I’d expected there to be some kind of fight, and I didn’t want Gerry getting hurt. It was Adrian, but no Gerry; he pressed the up button, and walked calmly across.

 

“Well Steve, I can see you couldn’t wait. How was she?”

“She’s fucking amazing. But I’m glad you’ve arrived, you’re like the reinforcements arriving. The troops here at the front line were about worn out.”

“What do you mean?”

“She fucks like it’s going out of fashion. I’m just getting a breather, and she wants me to fuck her again.”

“Is that right Leslie? You’re waiting to get fucked?”

 

Put like that, it embarrassed me, and I blushed bright red.

“No it wasn’t like that; I just said he could do it if he wanted to.”

“That’s not how I remember it. But if you say that's how it was. You fuck that good, I’ll agree with anything you say right now. You’ll find out soon enough little brother.”

 

Adrian was now stripped off, and his cock was hard and ready for action, he walked across to the mattress.

“Please before you start. Tell me how Gerry is?”

He’s a bit upset, but I told him it’s only for today, and nobody back at your home will know what you’ve been doing. I think he’s ok with it. Now get yourself down and let’s see this fanny of yours in action.”

 

I lay back, opened my legs as wide as I could, and even put my fingers to the lips of my cunt, spreading it.

“Fucking hell you’re right about her.”

His cock slid in, and I fucked my hips towards him as hard as I could. His cock was as I’d said like Steve’s, and it felt great. He was more than ready for a fuck, and he bashed at me with a real urgency, cuming in no time at all.

“Agg! Yes. Yes. Yes. Fucking hell! Yes!”

 

“Didn't I tell you she was good? Now stick it in her mouth, she’ll lick it clean for you.”

He didn’t ask, but he did look to my face for confirmation, I nodded, and beckoned him to me. I soon had him cleaned up and hard again. As soon as I could tell he was hard enough, I got to my hands and knees, and backed myself towards him.

“Jesus. She wants doggy fucking.”

“Told you! She could fuck for the county!”

 

This as I’d expected took longer, and he also made me orgasm, like Steve had done. This time I didn’t apologise for spilling my cum all over the mattress, and I also lay there open legged, and unashamed at them staring at me. Next to fuck was Steve again. This alternating went on for some time, and I think they’d both cum more than five times each, before they eventually admitted defeat. They told me to go and have a walk, and they’d have another go later in the afternoon. I dressed, and left them both laid flat out on the mattress.

 

The sun was shining, but the breeze was cool, I had no idea what the time was and I didn’t care. In-fact I was skipping along as though I hadn’t got a care in the world. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt so happy or contented. My tummy (deep inside my cunt) was all aglow. As I worked my way past all the farm buildings, I’d look to see what animals they contained, some were just old machinery. These buildings were of every shape and size, and leaned on each other in a ramshackle way. Then in between two tall stone buildings, there was a covered alleyway. As I walked down it, it felt very dark and cold. When I came out of the other side of the building I was in a large rectangular yard. It was totally enclosed by buildings all around its perimeter, even though the ones at the other end of this yard were only very low sheds. As I walked clear of the shadow from the building behind me, the hot sun on my back gave me a sudden shiver. Now as I walked down the middle of this yard, the heat in here was wonderful. The buildings were stopping the breeze, and this made it a real sun trap.

 

I was walking towards where I could see three men near the small sheds at the opposite end of the yard. From this distance I couldn’t tell how old they were, but two were sitting on the floor, leaning back against the sheds, and one was spread-out on his back on the ground. They all had their shirts off, and as I got nearer, I realized they were all asleep. I could now make out they were all old men, maybe about forty-five to fifty-ish. As I neared them I had a wicked thought, I purposely made my footsteps as quiet as possible, not that it mattered much, the sheds behind them were obviously pig sties. This I could tell by the smell and the noise coming from them. So if they could sleep through that noise, my footsteps weren’t going to wake them. I had this wild idea in my head, I don’t know why, but I’d dared myself to get close enough to the man lying on the floor, and then I was going to stand astride his head, and lower myself down. I knew from the feeling at the top of my legs, that I'd either still got my own cum oozing out, or it was Steve and Adrian's cum. Either way, I wanted to see if I dare get close enough to feel his hot breath on my cunt, and maybe even rub some of these juices onto his nose. As I nervously neared where he lay.

 

“Yap! Bark! Yap! Bark!”

A little terrier dog I hadn’t noticed suddenly burst into life, and stood they yapping for all he was worth. As the men all began to awake, I jumped back. So as they got to their feet I must have been silhouetted by the strong sun behind me; meaning they wouldn’t have known who I was. But by their initial shocked reaction, I suspect that they thought that either Uncle Harry or Aunty Bette had caught them sleeping on the job. These men were obviously farm workers, or should I say farm hands, cos they weren’t doing any work.

 

Well I think I’ll leave my tale here for the moment, the days events are not over by a long chalk.

 

Thanks for reading, and if anyone is interested in parts two and maybe three, please feel free to email me at Lord_John_Thomas@hotmail.com. But if you want a reply, make sure your spam setting will allow my mail. If you have emailed me in the past and not received a reply, I think you’ll find it is your own spam filters that have caused the problem.

The patrol car pulled off behind her. She looked closely while the stranger stepped out of the car.  He was tall as he unfolded out of the car.  Put a big hat on his head and started walking towards her car. 

The idea was so erotic when they discussed it.  A friend she’d never met setting her up for the next part of her fantasy.  She could still see the smile on his face as he prodded her with.  “After all, she wanted the experience to be real.. didn’t she? “  Now while it was happening her blood was ice.  She rolls down the window as he walks to the car.   

Barely swallowing a hysterical little laugh when he said “License and registration please. “It wasn’t until she had dug out her license and was reaching for the registration in the glove box that she realized how natural the response was.  Thinking fast to try to imagine what would be the best response.  She smiles up at the officer.  “What’s wrong Sir, did I do something wrong?  Looking back at her self in the mirrored sunglasses he pushes out her chest just a little. Thinking the low-cut shirt  had been a good choice.  He smiles at her and walks to the back of the car looking at her license. 

She can see him talking to someone on his radio, which frightens her.  Was she really being stopped to get a ticket?  Was he toying with her purposely   It was so odd to  feel this conflicted.  Adrenaline was pouring through her..  the adrenaline rush of realizing it was really happening.  That fantasy she’d fought for so long.  Then being almost overwhelmed with the fear that things were out of her control.  As he walks back to the car she pulls herself together.

“step out of the car, please” he says, quite politely.  she steps out of he car.  “you have a warrants for unpaid parking.  I’m going to have to take you to the station”   This is it, she thinks, reaching in for her purse, she rolls up the window.  “what about my car. she says? Silently irritated with herself for the quiver she hears in her voice, “ I want to call someone?”  “No, the city has a tow truck.  I’ve already put in a call and he’s on the way to tow the car.  You’ll have to get it out of impound, after you pay your tickets.” 

Briefly she thought of saying “Hey, wait.  I changed my mind.  I can’t do this. I knew that once I allowed myself to be put in the backseat of the patrol car she would cross a line.  That the decision would taken out of my hand.  From the moment she’d let herself be put into the backseat of he car the fantasy was out of her hands.  Equivocally.   he puts her purse on the roof of the car and turns her around.  Her nipples harden as she feels him pulling her arms behind her.  The coldness of the cuffs as he puts first one, then the other on her wrists is wildly erotic. As if he realizes how it affects me. He pulls up on her wrists up giving a tension on her arms as if to remind her unmistakably that she was in his control.  His hand on the top her head as he guides her into the backseat is gentle.   

When he gets in the front seat he takes off his sunglasses.  Their eyes meet in the rearview mirror.  His look of knowing amusement sends shivers.  Anger at the arrogance she sees there.  Mounting fear, realizing the fast pace things were spiraling.  As he starts the car and drives down the dirt road the fear reaches a panic point.  They were supposed to wait for the tow truck who would follow with her car. She watches her car disappear as the car makes a curve in the road. 

She knows if she let her hand slide under her skirt her finger would come away wet.  Every nerve was intensely reaching out for clues and the tension was extreme.  What does he know  that she doesn’t?  She avoids looking in the mirror again.  Afraid of what she would see.  A questioning look would probably send her to tears..  a condescending look would be even harder to handle. 

The car turned off the dirt road onto an even smaller road.  More like a trail that hadn’t seen traffic in a long time.  Another turn and a small house came into view.  He pulled the car up behind the house and stepped out again.  As he pulled her out of the car by her arm she wondered why he bothered to hide the car behind the house.  The house itself was well hidden from the road.  Looking around I couldn’t’ see the road, only a never ending landscape of trees.  The sameness unnerved me again.  He let me look around then presses her body against the car.  His body a hard line against her as he says quietly in my ear.   “you know why you’re here.  A fine little thing you are too.  When I told **** I would help, I didn’t expect such a nice package.  You can call me anytime you want to walk along the edge. “   his hands reach behind her to grabl her wrists and start her walking to the house and her fate.  Before they open the door  he reaches in his pocket for a handkerchief that he ties over her eyes.  She tries to look down  to see the floor , but he’s tied the kerchief tight.  I can hear the door open and stumble to not fall as he pushes her over the threshold. She knows someone else is already in the room, but they make no noise.   A different pair of hands feels over her.  Searching and pulls the cell phone out of the pocket of her skirt.  Two sets of hands went over he body looking for what she wasn’t sure.  It didn’t fee like any part of her body was left untouched. She held her breath as she felt one set of hands probing in that most secret of places.  Knowing they could feel hot wetness.  Embarrassment made her face red she knew.  A probing finger dips first in her wetness then slips to her other opening.  

Suddenly you feel cold steel pressing into your flesh at the waist band of your panties, you feel the right side of your panties go loose, again you feel the cold steel as the left side of your panties is cut The same gruff voice orders you to open your mouth. In panic you instinctively react, your mouth is then stuffed full of what feels like a rag. As the flavour of the dampness evades your senses, you realize that it is your panties.

Your nipples are now so hard they ache and it seems someone has turned on a tap inside your cunt, as your juices run down your leg.

Next powerful hands force your legs apart and rough fingers begin teasing your cunt Soon three fingers are buried in your soaking cunt. Just then a tongue traces small circles on your arse. Heading closer and closer towards your cunt. The fingers withdraw from your clutching pussy and the tongue begins flicking your clit. Soon you are moaning into the panties, Begging to be flicked.

The licking stops and you are turned over, a mouth begins sucking on your hard erect nipple. The mouth on your left nipple begins gently tugging on the hardened flesh. Suddenly the teeth sink sharply into your nipple as it is extended a good half inch from your body. Meanwhile the hand is back stroking your cunt, a hard finger traces a path from your clit to the edge of your anal ring. Once, twice, three times this is repeated, all the time bringing you unwillingly towards a hard climax.

On the four time, the finger flicks your clit, passes over the lips of your cunt Pausing before slipping deep inside your soaking cunt, it is quickly withdran and continues towards your anal ring. When it gets there, you expect like before for it to begin to return towards your clit, but this time it is roughly force passed the sphincter muscle and deep inside your arse. The sudden shock of your first anal penetration and the speed of it causes you to jerk backwards.

The finger slips out of your arse, the extended nipple pings away from the clenched teeth holding it. For a split second the double pain of your arse being penetrated and the searing pain felt in your nipple does strange things to you. It is like a bitter/sweet pain, you feel hurt but excited to the edge of the endurance. Just as you come to terms with this, large rough hands grab your ankles, pull you towards the bottom of the bed before being gripped in one hand and held high.

Wondering what is going to happen next, you try to beg, but all that comes forth is a mumbled gibberish. You try to gather your thoughts, when suddenly the silence is broken by a large W H A C K and a sharp stinging sensation spreads from your arse. Whack, a second blow falls on your other cheek. The gruff voice laughs and says I’ll teach you, you bitch. When 1 am playing you will stay still or the worse for you.

Although you still can not see your intruder, you can feel your eyes watering, you have a quick decision to make. Fight and suffer or unwillingly go along with this man and how to survive. You mumble through your panties “do what you want with me but please don’t hurt me.” The man realizes that you have made an effort and removes the panties from your mouth. You repeat yourself “please I’ll do whatever you want of me, but please don’t hurt me.” Unseen by you the man smiles and says all right bitch, but any more resistance and I will really make you suffer.

He asks you where you keep your sex toys, you hesitate, he slaps your arse harder than before, Whack, the stinging spreads. It seems that there is a direct link from your arse cheeks to your inner cunt walls, as your passion increases with each slap. You tell him that they are in the bedside cabinet. You blush when you suddenly remember that the butt plug your old flat mate left behind was in there.

He spins you round on the bed without releasing your ankles, and you here the cabinet door ping open. You hear rustling and can only imagine that he is inspecting all your sex toys.

The stocking is removed from your eyes and he points at the collection of gadgets beside you on the bed. Picking up a big black prick it is then forced into your mouth.

You are forced to suck it or choke, after what seems like an age, your jaw aches and the prick is slowly withdrawn, then your legs are pinned wide apart, as the prick enters your cunt. As you are strongly fucked, your tits are bouncing up and down. The voice orders you to suck your own nipple.

As he flicks you with the dildo, a finger is pressed against your anal ring, and slowly works its way inside your arse. The stranger laughs as you try to evade the anal entry.

You beg him not to do that, He laughs as he says what are you going to do to stop me. You reply I will do what ever you want me to but not anal pleassssse.

He says to you, well that’s rich for a bitch who uses a butt plug up there. You begin to try to explain that the plug was not actually yours. He snaps shut up bitch. He then removes the dildo and picks up the butt plug. Without ceremony he plunges it up your cunt, you wince as the thick bulbous end slams in forcing its way past your cunt entrance. Soon your outer lips are pinned back by the large lip on the bottom of the butt plug.

No sooner had you started to get used to the size intrusion in your cunt then he yanks it out and slowly forces the head against your anal ring. He orders you to push down on it or he will spank you so hard that you will not sit for a month. You reluctantly begin to push down whilst trying to relax your sphincter muscle. You feel a sharp pain and then you hear a slight plop as the head pushes past your anal muscle. Your bowels feel full and distended, you have an overwhelming desire to go for a shit. The stranger before you laughs.

Just then you notice for the first time the man is stark bullock naked and his large prick is rigid and swaying in front of him. He notices what you are looking at, smiles and says “don’t worry bitch you will get this soon.”

He forces your legs even wider apart, as he kneels between them. He then lowers his large heavy body weight on to you. You feel his cock head nudge the entrance to your cunt and the he suddenly thrust forward in a sharp movement His cock spears your cunt and you feel the pubic hairs against your cunt lips. He slowly begins thrusting in and out, All the time smiling close to your face. As this is happening, his pace speeds up and you feel the tell tale signs of his impending climax. Just before he cums, your own violent orgasm rips through your body.

After he floods your cunt with spunk he orders you to lick his prick clean, and wants you to suck him off again. As the salty tasting penis enters your mouth you begin to gag. Then when he is good and hard again he makes you go on all fours as he flicks you doggie style. By the time he is ready to cum a second time you have had three orgasms already and are begging for him to fill you up.

At this point he withdraws his penis, and in one quick movement yanks out the butt plug before forcing his prick into your gaping anal cavity. For a further twenty minutes he mercilessly pounds his prick up your arse.

Just as he begins to cum he pulls out and shoots all over your arse cheeks. You collapse forward, faint and twenty minutes later you open your eyes to find you are alone. Was it a dream then you feel the cum stains on your arse cheeks and you realize it was fact

I went straight to the shower to wash the feel of his fat hands off of my body. Then I brushed my teeth over and over again to get the bitter taste of his cum out of my mouth. The rest of my weekend was spent wondering what to do. I didn't know if I could emotionally handle having Jim use me sexually again. Then I would think that if I stopped everything I had just sucked him off for nothing. I was also very aware of the financial situation I was in. If I could only get through a few more months my husband would get back to work and I could quit and end it all. The bottom line was that I was willing to sacrifice myself sexually to preserve my lifestyle.Â

I was very nervous about going into work on Monday but nothing happened. Except for a few knowing looks from Jim nothing was said. Still my skin crawled every time he was near me. Two weeks went by and everything seemed normal. I was actually hoping against the odds that maybe Jim was satisfied and nothing more would happen.Â

Things changed quickly when Sally left on a Thursday morning to attend a trade show. Jim would be in charge of the office in her absence. I had thoughts of taking off those two days and looking back now I should have. Jim called me into Sally's office late Thursday afternoon. His first words to me were "I've been meaning to tell you that you are a pretty good cock sucker". I ignored the statement. It was typical of that jerk.Â

I asked what he wanted and he told me to walk around the desk. I did and he ran his hand up under my skirt. I wanted to run screaming out of the building but just stood there while his hand ran all of the way up between my legs. Jim was pleased that I didn't move. He roughly forced a finger under the leg opening of my panties and pushed it into me. Then he pulled it out and snift it. He said I smelled sweet and he intended to sample it since he didn't get the chance the last time. I remained silent. I had made up my mind that I was just going to let him do what he wanted to do but I wanted him to understand I hated every minute. I wasn't going to let him brake me. He could use my body but not my mind.

Jim told me to return to my office put away what ever I was doing. Then I was to call my husband and tell him I had to work over and wasn't sure when I would get home. Then I was to return to him. I went back to my office and had serious thoughts about just walking out the door. My need for this job kept me there. I called my husband.

I went back to Sally's office and Jim was still sitting at her desk. He asked if I was ready to work over and I told him that it looked like I had no other options. He emphasized it by saying "You don't".

The time was 4:20 and the office didn't close until 5:00. Jim told me Sally was supposed to call him at 4:30 and he wanted my lips "wrapped around" his cock while he talked to her. He pointed to the floor in front of his chair and told me to get busy. I didn't know what was more humiliating, sucking him or taking his orders. Still I was determined to just do what he wanted and get it over with.

I walked over to close the door but Jim stopped me. He said to leave it open. I reminded him that the office was still open and anyone could walk by or look in. Jim smiled and said "I know that". He was wanting to expose me to the other employees. This was more then I bargained for. I could handle the humiliation but I didn't want it to be public. I broke for a second and begged him to let me close the door. His answer remained no.

Jim looked at his watch and told me I needed to get started. I went behind the desk and got on my knees. He got a smirk on his face and said "go for it bitch". My eyes were tearing as I fumbled with his belt. He wanted his pants and underwear around his ankles. I made it that way. He told me to start by kissing all over his cock and balls. Then I was to lick everything. He didn't want me to take him into my mouth until he was talking to Sally. She was late calling so I did a lot of licking and kissing. Then Nancy (the receptionist) came to the door and told Jim he had a call from Sally. I kept my head down and didn't know if she saw anything or not. If she did, I didn't want to know it. She did.

Jim put the call on speaker. As soon as I heard her voice, I took him into my mouth. Sally asked several things about the office and then mentioned that he seemed distracted. Jim blurted out "I am", "Jeanne is here sucking my cock". Her answer was "You wish". Then Sally asked if I had left yet and Jim told her again that I was sucking him. Sally laughed and said that she was going to check him for lipstick when she got back. They talked some more and the conversation ended.Â

I was working hard to get him off as quickly as I could. I just wanted this over with. Jim told me to open my blouse. I did with hopes it would get him off sooner. It must have helped because he began to tense. I felt a shot of cum hit the roof of my mouth but then he pulled my head back. The next spurt went across my face. Then there was another over my mouth and chin. Then he smeared what was left over my face before shoving it back into my mouth. I was told to hold still and he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out one of those instant cameras. It was the kind where the picture develops in front of you. He took three or four pictures of my cun covered face.Â

Jim told me to go and clean myself up. I wiped as much cum as I could off of my face and raced to the restroom. Susan was in there fixing her make up. I know she saw what was on my face but didn't comment. I was really embarrassed. After making myself presentable I went to my office and cried.Â

Jim came into my office and told me he was taking me to dinner. I left with him. This night was far from over.Â

There is a lot more to this but I'm going to stop now. Please feel free to e-mail me with any comments at classroomb4@aol.comÂ

Jeanne      Â

"My little brother is a fagg, omg!"

"Please don't tell anyone, Henry."

"What you going to do for me so I don't tell?"

"Ill do your chores for a whole month."

Henry walked over to the door closed it and turned the lock.

"No, I don't think that will cut it, I'm going to need a bit more."

"What else do you want?"

"Your going to be my slave and do what ever I want you to do and if you don't do what I say I'll tell everyone your little secret."

"Ok, whats the first thing you want me to do?"

He unzipped his pants and let them hit the floor and then took off his boxers and said "your going to suck my cock, you fagg!"

To be continued.....

The cop was finally satisfied and told me that he had intended to kill me at first but would let me live if I promised never to reveal his description to the police. He then told me he was not a real cop, but had bought the uniform at a costume shop miles from my hometown. I was partially mad at him for raping me but also thankful he had been so gentle and besides, he was quite a man to have my first sex with.He was nothing like those clumsy high school boys that had talked me into oral sex.

The cop apologized for cutting my clothes off and leaving me with nothing to wear home. He told me to get in his car when he backed it out of the old barn and he would take me home. Again, I opened the rear door and climbed in, The vinyl seat cold and hard on my bare ass. As we drove towards my home, I ducked down to avoid a couple of neighbors seeing me naked in a police car. As we drove through the woods towards my house, I asked him to let me out and walk. I really wasnt up to having him taking me into my house and having more sex. I was tender enough from the all night session. He let me out and I started walking towards the house. As I made the last turn in the road, I slowly peeked out from behind a tree to see that no one had come to the house and might still be waiting.

As I walked in my front door, I felt absolutely worn out and fucked out. I debated whether or not to call the police and report the rape. I finally decided to honor my promise to the pretend cop and keep this to myself to avoid having the whole town talking about me. I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as I could possibly stand it and just stood, letting the water pour over my body. Letting my mind wander back over the night's events, I realized that I was now a complete woman......

            Danny grasped Carrie’s right elbow and pulled her to her feet. She didn’t resist him and dutifully kept her eyes lowered and her arms at her sides as she had been instructed the previous evening. He ran his hand down her face and continued down her shoulder, down her breast and across her stomach. He unlatched her chain from the wall and led her from the dungeon, carefully closing the door behind them. He tugged on the chain in silence, signifying that she should follow him up the stairs.

            He led her into a small room with a sofa, a couple of chairs, end tables a small entertainment center, a television and a VCR. He picked up a remote control and turned on the television. A picture of the dungeon he had just led her from popped onto the television screen. Carrie’s eyes grew wide as she stared at the picture. He let her watch it in silence for several minutes before he turned the volume on. He let her listen to Angie and Jenny’s worried conversation about where he might have taken her then finally turned the mute back on.

            “When we finish here you are not to discuss what we do. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “They will ask you. Do not tell them. Do not discuss anything that happens between us or I will have to punish you severely.”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “Good girl. Would you like to use the bathroom and take a shower?”

            “Yes please.”

            He unfastened the chain connected to her collar and pointed to another door.

            “The bathroom is in there. You have thirty minutes to get cleaned up. If you aren’t out in thirty minutes I will come in and get you.”

            “Yes, sir,” she replied but didn’t move.

            “Go.”

            She shuffled forward toward the door he had indicated and disappeared inside. Danny turned back to the television and un-muted it. He sat down and made himself comfortable.

            Carrie stared around the small bathroom for a moment before using the toilet. She then lifted a washcloth from the stack and turned on the water in the huge tub. She adjusted the temperature before turning the shower on and pulling the clear shower curtain across the tub. She climbed in and began soaping her body. She washed gingerly over the many tender spots as the tears started again. She finished washing her body then washed her hair with the shampoo sitting on the shower shelf.

When she finished she climbed from the shower, hung her wet washcloth over an empty towel rack, toweled her hair dry and wrapped the towel around her hair then dried her body. She hung up the damp towel and pulled the second towel from her hair, hanging that towel up as well. She found a brush on a shelf in the bathroom and brushed the tangles from her hair. A blow dryer lay on the shelf where she had found the brush so she used it to dry her hair. She then turned and left the bathroom, going back to the room where Danny waited. He turned to look at her when she entered the room.

“You look very nice, Carrie. You’ve done well.”

He stood up and held out his right hand to her. She walked forward and took his hand. He led her to another door. He opened the door to reveal a large walk-in closet full of all kinds of lingerie.

“Pick whatever you like,” he told her.

She surveyed her choices and discovered it was all very revealing and easy to remove. It all made a female easily accessible to him. She simply reached into the closet and pulled one out.

“Put it on for me,” Danny instructed her.

She put it on and stood silently as he surveyed her body. He finally held out his hand to her. She took his hand and let him lead her to another room. It turned out to be a large dining room with a hot breakfast set on the table. An oriental woman stood at another door.

“Xi, this is Carrie. She is one of my new slaves.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“I think so. Carrie this is Xi. She works for me. You will call her Mistress.”

“Yes sir.”

“You will treat her with the same respect that you treat me with. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Now, sit down and have some breakfast.”

He watched her eat and had her feed him a few bites of her meal. When she was finished he took her back to the dungeon and brought Jenny up. He went through the same process with her. When it was Angie’s turn, he picked the outfit he wanted her to wear. He laid out a bra that only lifted her tits instead of covering them. The panties he gave her were low cut crotchless panties. He then took her to the dining room to meet Xi.

“Angie, this is Xi. She works for me and you will treat her with the same level of respect that you give me. You will call her Mistress when you address her.”

“Yes sir.”

“From now on you will call me Master unless we’re in public. If I decide to take you out in public you may call me sir. Otherwise, you will only address me as Master.”

“Yes sir – Master.”

“Good girl. Make sure you have a good breakfast. You’re going to have a very busy day. Xi will be helping you get ready for a party I’m having tonight. I’ve invited a few friends over to meet you.”

He grinned at the shocked and frightened expression on her face. He knew his announcement had scared her and he liked it. He wanted her to be afraid. He liked the power he had over her and he wanted to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. That was the whole purpose for this party.

“I’ve invited a few friends over tonight. A couple of them are bringing their slaves so we can compare and you can learn. I’ve told them how difficult you’re being. They’ve all agreed to help me train you.”

He loved the look of absolute horror and fear that flowed into her face.

“Xi will be helping me make you more presentable. But don’t worry. You won’t be totally alone during today’s make-over session. I have plans for boy-toy too. You both need to be brought down a peg or two.”

The last to be brought upstairs for breakfast was Matt. Before he was brought up, Danny put leg irons on him to make it more difficult for him to walk. He then cuffed Matt’s hands to a belt harness and fastened a chain to his collar. He led the other man up the stairs and showed him the same video feed he had shown the women. He shoved Matt down onto the couch to watch it though. While Matt sat on the couch Danny finally removed the ball gag from his mouth. Danny remained standing behind Matt as he spoke to his captive.

“When we finish here you are not to discuss what we do. They will ask you. Do not tell them. Do not discuss anything that happens between us or I will have to punish someone severely. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

“Yes sir.” Matt’s voice was a dry croak from having nothing to drink and wearing the gag for so long.

“From now on you will call me Master unless we’re in public. If I decide to take you out in public you may call me sir. Otherwise, you will only address me as Master.”

When Matt made no response Danny smacked him in the back of the head.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Danny shouted, smacking Matt again.

“Yes, Master.”

“When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Now, get up.”

Mat slowly rose painfully to his feet, his body stiff and sore from the position he had been chained in all night. Danny tugged on the chain still fastened to Matt’s collar and led him into the bathroom.

“If I unhook your feet and hands will you behave?”

“Yes, Master.”

Danny studied the other man for a few minutes and realized he was too tired to fight. He unfastened the leg irons then unlocked the cuffs around his wrists. He removed the belt from around Matt’s waist that he had been cuffed to and gathered up the restraints.

“You have thirty minutes to use the bathroom and shower.”

Danny left the room and returned to his television. Matt relieved himself and climbed wearily into the shower. He stood under the hot water for several minutes trying to ease his aching muscles. He finally started to feel some relief and quickly finished his shower. He toweled off and stared at his gaunt face in the mirror, wondering if he’d ever be able to shave again. He had just hung up the towel from his shower when Danny opened the door and stepped back into the room.

“Follow me,” he said and left the bathroom.

Matt followed him wondering what was coming next. Danny stopped in the room with the television. There was now an Asian woman standing next to a table with a pan of water on it. Matt blushed self-consciously when he saw her.

“This is Xi. She works for me and you will treat her with the same level of respect that you treat me with. You will call her Mistress. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Danny knew how hard it was for Matt to say those words, especially in front of someone. He loved hearing them. The humiliation of the other man was what made it so much fun for him.

“Sit. Xi will shave you.”

Matt started to protest but saw the look in Danny’s eyes and knew better than to argue. He was afraid of what the other man might do to Jenny, Angie or Carrie. He obediently took a seat in the chair Danny had indicated and Xi quickly shaved him with a straight razor. When she finished she gathered her things and started toward one of the doors.

“Xi, would you please bring our boy a glass of juice?” Danny asked softly. “I think he could probably use something to drink after his long night.”

“Of course,” she replied softly then quietly left the room.

Danny stared silently at Matt for several seconds before turning back to the television. He pressed a button on the remote and focused the picture on Angie, locked in the dungeon below. He then turned back to Matt, still sitting quietly on the chair where he had been shaved. Danny noticed, when he turned, that Matt had been watching him. He smiled to himself before he addressed the other man.

“Come over here, boy.”

Matt rose from his seat and moved to stand next to Danny.

“Have a seat on the couch. I want to show you something while we talk.”

Xi came back into the room and handed Danny two tall glasses of orange juice. He took a sip from one glass then handed it to Matt. He kept the second glass for himself and watched as Matt drank greedily from the glass he had been handed. He drank half of the juice before he caught himself and stopped. Danny laughed softly and sat down next to the naked man as Xi left the room again.

“So, what were you doing with three lovely college dames late at night?”

“We went to a game together.”

“One guy with three pussies and you expect me to believe you weren’t chasing at least one of them?”

Matt stared at the floor and shrugged his shoulders. Danny slapped the back of his head, hard.

“Answer me!”

“No. We’re just friends.”